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Think happy thoughts. It was easier said than done. Staying positive, to be his usual self - it was hard when a tyrant lead the place. Elliot had avoided eyecontact with Negan ever since he came to the Sanctuary, stayed in the background, done what he was supposed to do. He tended to the gardens mostly. Unfortunately, Dwight had picked him that day to deliver a tray up to Negan’s room, and Elliot immediately felt his heart sink.
He stared at the door handle for a good minute. It wasn’t only Negan’s way of leading that bothered him or how he took to murder so easily; it was also his wife and the emotional baggage that radiated from him. It was difficult to close himself off to that. Even more so when a particular wife poked him time and time again. Please, tell him this and that. Please, look after him. Today was no different.
A deep breath, and Elliot finally knocked on the door. Quiet like a mouse, he went inside, looked around awkwardly for somewhere to put the tray. “...I- uh, I was supposed to.. leave this,” he mumbled, wished he was somewhere else, and cautiously went to put the tray with things on a table. The only glance Negan got was one at his feet.
