When Neal leans in against him, Negan slides his hand to rest against the back of his head. Fingers brush and tangle through dark hair as he slides his other arm around him, holding on.

"I'm here." He shushes him quietly, not entirely sure what he's asking for either and not sure what he can actually give. "You know that place I got? Why don't we go there... bed's nice. I'll stay with you, alright?"