Al ducks his head, biting his lip against the tears. He knows Daryl's right, he knows, but...it shouldn't be. It just doesn't sit right, and it never will.

"I...I came to help, what with that person on the loose..." He sniffles and scrubs at his eyes. "I...I should help you clean up in here." It would be something to do, something constructive to focus on. He wants to just collapse and weep, but the clinic needs to be up and running right now.