Negan met her gaze, but his was hard to read. It was complicated, like he'd said.
"Like the kind of complicated I've made a fucking point not to deal with as long as you've been alive," he said.
This was new territory for them. Negan had his wives, of course, and he had a certain amount of affection for them, but it wasn't anything like this. He didn't really care for them. They were his wives, but he was not their husband. Gretel was different.
"Gretel and I are..." He trailed off for a second, because he didn't know exactly how to finish that sentence. He sighed, looking mildly frustrated. "I don't fucking know what we are. We're something. It's- complicated."