Negan's not sure how long the silence has stretched while he's helped the cowboy clean up 1306. It's not really been awkward, passed in the occasional grunt or idle comment as they pick up bits of broken glass or whatever else managed to get jarred loose. They should feel lucky, he supposes. Their little house is intact, it's safe. That's at least something.

The silence, predictably, doesn't last forever though. He's got some things he'd like to touch on while it's just the two of them, nicely out of earshot of the other residents. Call it respect or some shit, whatever. Or maybe it's just that Negan's never dealt well with silence, always a nagging urge to fill it with some sort of talk.

Or maybe he actually likes Doc well enough to want to know what the actual fuck is going on in that head of his. They shared a hell of a moment not too long ago after all.

"Hey, so-- I was looking for something to read the other night and noticed you got some interesting books." Namely of the baby variety.

"Not that I was snooping or anything."