It was dark and quiet in Alexandria. It was the sound of peace after a long and hard war. All the Alexandrians were asleep peacefully for the first time since the shootout at the hill. All except one. Eugene lies awake in his bed: his thoughts making it impossible for him to fall asleep. It had been several weeks since the war, but it was still on his mind. Every time he closed his eyes, he could only see the Saviors dying, the blood, Negan's face. So he kept his eyes open.

Part of him was still guilty about the whole thing. He knew he shouldn't be; so much good has come from his act of bravery. There was now peace between the Saviors and Alexandria and Eugene was now a valuable member of Alexandria. Originally, he was apprehensive about rejoining Alexandria in fear that they would treat him the same way: as a burden. He was happy to find out, though, that they had learned their lesson and were finally assigning things for Eugene to do that's in his line of work. It was just unfortunate that it took such drastic measures to give him what he deserves. Still, despite all the good that has come to him, he still couldn't sit right with what he did. Maybe he just needed some fresh air to get his mind off things.

Eugene stepped out into the cool air of the night and listened to the silence. It was almost an intoxicating sound. He closed his eyes and took a big breath in and released it slowly. He opened his eyes, almost expecting the peace to disappear, but it didn't. Then Eugene realized where he was looking. He was looking at the stairs descending to Negan's cell. His heart dropped as his mind started to race with all the memories he had of that monster. He swallowed and hesitantly took a step forward, then began to walk towards the stairs at a steady pace. He stopped, realizing what he was doing. There was no way he was going to visit him. No way in hell. But there was something pulling him and taunting him to go towards the stairs. He's probably asleep anyways he thought I can just go in and look and go out. He took a couple more steps but stopped again. He wasn't going to do it. He hadn't seen him since the attack and he was okay with that… right? He wasn't, he needed to see him.

Slowly he descended the stairs and slowly he opened the door. The door squeaked slightly, causing Eugene's heart to quicken more than it's already racing speed. He closed the door behind him and peered into the cell. He could barely make out Negan's figure in the room lit only by the moonlight. He was laying on his back on the small cot that he slept on. Without taking his eyes off him, he slowly sat down on the bench across from the cell. He sat and he stared. Negan was entirely still apart from his chest rising and falling slowly. Eugene assumed he was asleep because of his extreme stillness and found comfort in this. He wouldn't know what to do or what to say if he were awake.

"You gonna say anything asshole?" The voice from the cell startled him. It sounded like the voice of a stranger. A familiar stranger. "I know I'm handsome, but something tells me you didn't come in here just to stare." Eugene started to tremble. There was too much that he wanted to say to him that he didn't know where to begin. So he just stayed silent. Negan let out a long sigh and slowly sat up in his bed. Eugene could now make out his face that was now illuminated by the moon. His hair and beard were extremely unkempt and his expression read despair and hate. It made Eugene's stomach turn. He never imaged he would see Negan like this.

"I-I'm sorry," Eugene said softly. The words almost seemed to pour helplessly out of his mouth. Negan chuckled and shook his head.

"I think we're way past apologies Eugene," Negan said. "I believe you're sorry. Why else would you be visiting me at such ungodly hours weeks after the bullshit you pulled? But unfortunately, I do not accept your apology and would like to never see your ass in here again." Eugene furrowed his eyebrows. His body began to feel hot. "Now get the hell out of here." Eugene stood up quickly.

"I revoke my apology," Eugene said coldly. "I damn well made the right decision to save my people. I like to believe that I'm smart, but I was stupid to believe that you gave any shits about me. I didn't see it then, but you don't give any shits about anyone." Negan stood up slowly and walked towards the bars of his cell. Eugene could perfectly make out his features now but could barely recognize him.

"Look at the size of your balls now that there's a couple of metal bars between us." Negan said. Eugene swallowed, but his hatred was still overwhelming. "I don't think I've ever seen you this angry smarty-pants."

"Don't call me that," Eugene said simply. Negan shook his head.

"Wow, and they just keep growing!" Negan said. He then motioned for Eugene to get closer. Before Eugene could think, he stepped closer to him. Negan grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into the bars. Eugene stiffened and froze. He trembled at Negan's hate-filled face.

"Once I get out of here, You're the first one that dies," Negan said before throwing Eugene on the ground. Eugene got his barrings then propped himself up with his shaking forearms. He looked at the cell to see Negan walking back to his bed.

"You were wrong about one thing," Negan said softly. "I do give shits about people. Not as much as I used to, but I did give a shit about you." Eugene furrowed his eyebrows and got up quickly. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him, and walked spitefully back to his house.