"I really don't think he wants you to leave."

His eyes strayed to the bottle when Negan mentioned it, his expression dubious. He'd seen more than his share of self-medication by alcohol, both at home and here in Mathias. There were no long term benefits to suppressing emotions that way.

"You know... we didn't ask you here because of a persona. You don't have to put on the 'Good Old Negan' hat to be welcome with us."