It’s a tragic laceration and it makes you sick to your stomach.
You briefly glance at the quiet storm of Negan that stands before your door so late within the night before looking back down to the wound, biting your lip at the sight. It is not nearly as bad as it could have ended up, but commiseration is due despite this. Not that you knew much about these kinds of things anyway, but the bullet hadn't seemed to have shattered too much, though getting it out would be dangerous for stability and strength when going in for some serious hits.
With the bullet still lodged into the side, you cautiously relieve Negan of his Lucille holding both ends in either hand. Running a thumb over her carefully, your gazing flickering up to his grim expression softly, “Um...I'm really sorry about this. Did you want to come in? ” Despite the invitation to a lewd comment by her offer, he does not seem at all interested in such antics tonight and slips beyond your frame, look