F*CK me, Daryl and Carol are as platonic as Nala and Simba.

Simba: Timone, Pumba … this is Nala. My best friend.


Simba, walking alone and upset after Nala called him on his shit, mumbling: Best friend. Who needs a best friend? Not me, I’m better on my own. Always have been.


Simba: So many things to tell her. But how to make her see. The truth about my past, impossible. She’d turn away from me.

Nala: He’s holding back, he’s hiding. But what, I can’t decide. Why won’t he be the king I know he is? The king I see inside?

Yeah, because we all know how THAT turned out.