There was a sharp spike of hurt that jabbed through the Drift when those thoughts poured in. One Daryl couldn't prevent because even if it had been for the benefit of the kids, it still hurt that Mako had hidden anything from him on purpose. He knew it was possible. He even knew how to do it, technically, since he'd learned it from her when he was diving through her memories during the first week or back at the start of it all. When he'd been trying to actively learn as much as could about what was happening to them.

The hurt passed quickly, though. Swept away and buried by a swell of gratitude and happiness. He'd never had a real classic. Never thought it possible. Not even to the point of thinking of it. Though her dreams had been laced with the images of the three of them doing all that work, he'd thought they were just dreams she'd somehow picked up from him and just made her own while sleeping.

He didn't bother trying to speak aloud, overwhelmed in that moment, and let his eyes slide shut as his arms wrapped around her again and he let himself wander through the memories of her working with Carl and Enid. Reliving them as if he'd been a part of them himself.