"Mmhm," he nods and closes his eyes against the fingers trailing up to thread through his hair. He doesn't know a better way to describe the way the medley of emotions, depression, and anxiety feel in his head. It's different this time, though, too. He mentioned it to Malcolm, earlier.

"Good ones?" he opens one eye to stare up at Negan. He'd rather not circle back to fucked up things right now, man.