He smiles faintly at the kiss, idly thinking how much he's going to miss that when they all get home. He'll be back in a land of masculine posturing, with people who have never and probably will never seen the pieces of him this place has dragged into the open.

It's a depressing thought. Neal sets it aside.

"I... started seeing him. Glenn, the man Negan killed. I started seeing him yesterday, after that memory, half-dead like that. The same way I used to see Rey."