There's some relief that floods in when Malcolm seems to come back to himself, the poker dropping to the ground. He lets out a breath as he lets himself go lax on the floor for a second. arms dropping.

"Yeah." The next question has him giving a shake of his head. "Me? Nah, takes a lot more than that to hurt old Negan here. What the hell was happening? You okay?"

... No more raging at phantoms?