He's definitely tried once or twice. And a few more times too. Neal exhales softly, nodding, letting himself be led. He doesn't say anything else until he's sitting on the edge of the bed and Negan is pulling glass out of the back of his hand with tweezers. He winces. It hurts a lot more now than it did in the moment.

His right hand tremors slightly, and Neal watches it like it belongs to someone else. "Doc says I need to... make peace with this."

He flexes his fingers, not really trying to make it clear what he's talking about but doing that anyway. "That I need to accept that I might never..."

Neal trails off, still watching his hand shake. He blinks, pulls the focus back to Negan.

"We miss you," he says, the change of subject feeling natural even though it's a wild leap from one to the other.