[ It feels weird. Distinctly wrong, to have that monstrous excuse for a hand touched. There's sensation where there should be dead air. He keeps his eyes closed, takes a long, shuddering breath, ]

Friend of mine was gettin' a piece done... [ Was it on his leg? No, an arm band, he thinks. It feels like a hundred years ago. ] I got... Guy wanted to do somethin' small, before I went for a big one. Make sure I wouldn't freak I guess. Dunno.

[ Sounds stupid. Or maybe the artist knew Daryl didn't have any goddamn money to pay for the piece he really wanted, so he made excuses. ]