Malcolm’s eyes move to Negan’s in surprise. Neal told him. They shift down between them again as he shrugs, pushing a hand through his hair.

“In the grand scheme of things, I guess I don’t have a lot to complain about. I had a… bit of a situation with Raylan but… we’ve resolved it.” More or less. He’s still stung. His heart still aches. But apparently his private affairs with Raylan, that he kept a secret for Raylan, have affected everyone around them. He’s still loathe to explain the nature of their ‘situation’. It still feels like a betrayal for him to be the one to say it. “I think it’s going to be…” he wants to say ‘fine’ but it won’t come out. He shakes his head with have a shrug. “It’ll work out.”