Norman was pacing around his trailer like a caged animal, shaking his head. "I'm telling ya, this is a terrible idea. I don't need an app."

Jeffrey Dean Morgan leaned casually against the doorway, chewing on a toothpick with a grin. "Oh, come on, man. Cut the brooding act. You've been single long enough to qualify as an endangered species. Let the pros handle it."

"Easy for you to say," Norman muttered, pulling his hoodie tighter.

Before he could argue more, Andrew Lincoln burst into the room holding a tablet like it was the Holy Grail, flanked by Steven Yeun, Lauren Cohan, and Danai Gurira.

"Right, listen up everyone," Andy said in his best Rick Grimes commanding voice, though he couldn't hide his grin. "We are staging an intervention for our boy's love life. No motorcycles, no taxidermy talk on the first line. We need strategy."

"First of all, let me see the pictures," Lauren demanded, snatching the tablet from Andy. She winced at the first photo. "Norman, honey, why do you look like you're about to fight a raccoon in a dark alley? Delete. We're using the one where you're holding the dog."

"Hey! That's a good picture," Norman protested, crossing his arms.

"It's charming, Norm, trust me," Steven chimed in, typing away furiously. "I'm updating your bio right now. Taking out 'leave me alone' and replacing it with 'enjoys long rides, quiet woods, and not talking.'"

Danai leaned over Steven's shoulder, pointing at the screen. "Add that he makes a mean cup of coffee. Women love domestic mystery. Make 'em work for it, but let 'em know there's a soft spot under all that leather."

Jeffrey chuckled, walking over and clapping Norman on the shoulder. "See? Teamwork makes the dream work, buddy. Now stop glaring at us, pick a shirt that doesn't smell like motorcycle oil, and let's get you a date."

Norman finally let out a reluctant smirk, shaking his head at his chaotic crew. "Man, y'all are ridiculous."