There's a parting shot rolling around in his head somewhere. Something along the lines of nobody wanting what Negan has to offer. And maybe an apology too. And- some other stuff he won't even mention. If they're really going to talk about anything, it wouldn't be in the bathroom.

"Good day, sir," he states curtly, as devoid of sarcasm as he can manage before closing the door a little too firmly and going back to doing what he had originally come into the bathroom to do. Usually, talking, even if it is only for a little while, tends to clear things up. But everything feels all the more muddy now.

He's going back downstairs after he's spent too long hunched over the sink letting the water run over his hands. Cracking another bottle open and letting Raylan pry it out of his hands before he can get to the bottom of it. At least he'll manage to get through enough of it to 'sleep tight'.