Malcolm pushed himself back sit on the floor against the cabinets, deflating a little. He shook his head and pressed the heels of his palm against his eyes for a moment before lifting his head to look at Negan.

"I take medication for this... problem at home. But I don't have it here. It's... it's a symptom of post-traumatic stress." He glanced around. Nobody else seemed to have run into the room, but who knows what people heard. "I'm... okay now."

For now.