[ By the time Rick has come into the house, he's made himself at home, shoes off and helping himself to a glass. He still can't get over the goddamn ice maker in the fridge. It's been so goddamn long, it's pleasing as shit. Negan half turns so he can look at Rick over his shoulder, grinning broadly. ]
Well, if it isn't the man of the house! The hell took you so long?
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Well, if it isn't the man of the house! The hell took you so long?