"Ahh, no," Glenn sighed. "Maggie, I thought you said you talked to him?"
Maggie turned, confused, and followed Glenn's gaze up the street a couple house. Her eyes landed on Eugene, clutching a bouquet of flowers and smoothing his hair. He was at the bottom of your front steps. Maggie came to stand beside Glenn, sighing too. "I did. But I don't think he heard a word except when I said she thinks he's smart and kind... I was tryin' to let him down easy."
"Easy?" Glenn repeated. "Well, now we're about to see what it looks like when a guy's soul gets crushed into powder... Didn't you tell him that she and Daryl, um, are—like—you know?" he asked.
"I tried," Maggie said, leaning on the railing as she watched Eugene raise a fist to knock on your front door. "But he thinks if they aren't 'official' that he still has a shot."
Glenn shook his head. "I feel bad for the guy, but he's—oh. Uh oh," Glenn said, wincing. You weren't the one who opened the door. Daryl was.
Prompt: "You're about to see what it looks like when a guy's soull gets crushed into powder in 3...2...1..." A/N: Poor Eugene. He's 'bout to learn.
