He stands there for a little while without answering, one hand still gripping Negan's undershirt, the other fiddling mindlessly at the edge of Negan's jeans.
This is as good as it gets, he thinks, though he's not sure what he's referring to either.
"All right," is all he finally says, noticing the scratchiness of his throat for the first time. He must have been doing a lot of yelling.
He wants to get the moonshine bottle on the way out of the house, but he doesn't think Negan would let him. That's fine. That's okay. He snatched a few of Malcolm's pills before he left the house, too, not really thinking about why or what the results would be. Not enough to kill him--he doesn't want that--but enough to do something. Malcolm had said, after all, that he would share if Neal needed something to calm him down. This qualified, more or less.
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This is as good as it gets, he thinks, though he's not sure what he's referring to either.
"All right," is all he finally says, noticing the scratchiness of his throat for the first time. He must have been doing a lot of yelling.
He wants to get the moonshine bottle on the way out of the house, but he doesn't think Negan would let him. That's fine. That's okay. He snatched a few of Malcolm's pills before he left the house, too, not really thinking about why or what the results would be. Not enough to kill him--he doesn't want that--but enough to do something. Malcolm had said, after all, that he would share if Neal needed something to calm him down. This qualified, more or less.