He wasn't the only one who was surprised, but Judith didn't show it except for in a softer, more commiserative look. It was so painfully unfamiliar to him, she could imagine that discomfort rising off his skin in waves, like heat. But even though she'd never seen him give that much of a shit about anyone besides her, she knew the look of raw honesty in his eyes. He wasn't confused at all.
Just adjusting.
When he brought up Erik, she knew that for certain; it was no secret that she and him were together; they'd never even bothered to put a label on it until this week, and that was mostly because the environment required one. If Negan was comparing what he was experiencing to her and Erik, that gave her a much clearer understanding of where his head was.
"At first, yeah-" she admitted quietly, but with a genuine but almost indicernable smile. "It's probably different from the 'scared shitless' thing you're feeling: you don't assume everyone that wants to sleep with you is looking for a place to put the knife..." Not that she thought Erik would ever have hurt her in those beginning weeks, but that's the mindset she'd lived with for fifteen years.
"But there's a lot of the same, too. The hotel fucked with us... It brought us closer. I eventually let myself have him because- well, I'd be a stupid fuck if I passed that up. And I don't just mean what he can do." Though that was definitely part of it. Judith was very fucking aware she'd attached herself to probably the most powerful person in the entire hotel, and she was completely fine with the gray morals of that decision. But Erik was so much more to her than her own personal god. She looked her father in the eyes as she spoke of it, and knew he understood that.