Raylan grinned at the retort. There ya go John, lean into it. Raylan was missing Tim's dry sarcastic humor already - he'd have a field day with this. What John seemed to be missing was that Raylan was just giving him shit.

Still, he hummed a note of acknowledgement and pulled the carton out, navigating towards the cabinets to pull down a glass. Pulling a bottle out of his coat, he opened that first and poured in a few healthy fingers before capping it and filling the rest of the glass with juice.

"Worth walkin' through to end up any place that don't feel like it's startin' to shrink in on me. Figured I'd be neighbourly instead," he replied as he walked over to set the bottle of moonshine on John's left hand side of the stove. "Ain't far if Doc and I are the only one getting blitzed to stay warm. Saves on firewood too.. Not that we really need to, I suppose."

It was a roundabout way of opening the door - Raylan did not talk about his feelings normally, shrinkage or otherwise.