Brace yourself

"Beth braces her hand against the counter and breathes. Her calm is instantly disturbed by the rap of Daryl's knuckles against the wood. She squeezes her eyes as he mumbles, "we should talk." "Talk?" She laughs and when it comes out her mouth it's all twisted and cold. "Talk about the fact that I can't ever give you kids? That what you wanna talk 'bout?""