It was sulking. A private sulking that would let him come back with a little less intensity in his eyes and a little less tension in his jaw. He was being an asshole; he knew it. No reason to take it out on everyone else. It wasn't their fault he wasn't at home, it wasn't their fault he was lonely and frustrated.

Raylan took a few minutes more than needed, just to push and batter himself back down into the box he'd lived in all his life. The garage he'd chosen didn't have much more than some rope meant to hold down a tarp but he brought the messy coil with him as he ambled back towards their primary site. Looked like Doc found something more substantial than what he had - good. Anything to result in less arguements.

"Find somethin' decent?" he asked with a gesture towards the larger coil. "It gonna work for our purpose?"