There is a familiarity to the buzzing around the kitchen that Doc would not admit to missing. Familiar faces, familiar conversation, familiar routines. He always takes the last kitchen island stool closest to the wall.

And even though Neal and Negan had only weathered a storm with them, they slotted in well into the morning in the house. The existing residents flow around the two new boulders in the river seamlessly, washing over them, taking them into the fold without complaint.

After he's had some moonshine and food in him, Doc seizes the opportunity to get him alone.

"Mister Caffrey. How's your neck?" Doc had worried over it the past two days. He's relieved to see all four of them intact. Neal being up and moving around and not pale as a ghost most of all.