Rick gave a wry smile in return, knowing he'd been pretty far gone after Lori's death. Even before that, the news of the affair, the explosive tension between himself and Shane, Carl's accident, Sophia's disappearance...all of it had help to push him to the breaking point. But he'd come back. Slowly, but surely, he'd pulled himself back together, with help. A whole heck of a lot of help, for which he was eternally grateful.
If he'd been thrown into this new hell without Daryl, or someone to keep him in line? God only knew how quickly he would fall apart again.
"I don't know," he said, "The mind comes up with all kinds of scenarios, and I'm just trying to figure out how to prepare for as many of them as I can."