[He looked at the bottle for a long moment before pushing it back. He'd nurse what he had for a while. Was already messed up enough as it was.

His fingers tapped at the side of the glass, the nervous fidgeting returning as he got ready to talk. She hadn't asked, but it was just...]

Carl left 'fore I did. Not long before, but he was the last of 'em. Rick and him and Enid and Andrea. They was the ones here.

[And Negan. Fucking Negan.]

Rick left first. Then Andrea. Then Enid. Then Carl.

[He paused to take a drink instead of letting Negan's name escape his lips. The agitation building to the point he tried to drown it in whiskey rather than let it out.]