It was only that he'd never been called such a thing and what an oddly funny thing to call someone, but Raylan was sure that if tables were turned and he let out some country saying, he'd get a similar look of curiosity.
It looked like Raylan might have thought about objecting to the third plate, but once the meat and egg hit it, his stomach swayed him towards accepting it. He plucked the piece of bacon up, crunching into it as he listened. Dean had fed him, very kindly, when he visited but with as much as he was likely to drink today, any kind of cushion for it would probably be helpful.
"That's better than the alternative." His dark mind being what it was and with all the possibilities that Mathis had opened up, he could come up with all sorts of unattractive alternatives. No, it was better that Zed had only missed a few days. Better still for John, he'd wager.
Raylan grunted at the question, poking the yolk of his egg with the end of the bacon bit to pop it before eating the rest of it. Once he cleared his mouth, he'd answer, snagging the bit of sausage to keep his hands busy.
"Malcolm. Scared the hell outta him so bad, wantin' to cross that bridge, that it got into his nightmares. I'd tell him that the bridge blew in but that'd be the same as tellin' him I tried to cross it alone. Apparently, he's a little.. Attached."
Well, that was technically accurate but it was its own form of dishonesty. Coming right out and saying it was harder than it sounded and Raylan couldn't quite bring himself to do it. If he didn't say it, it didn't have to be a real thing he had to figure out.
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It looked like Raylan might have thought about objecting to the third plate, but once the meat and egg hit it, his stomach swayed him towards accepting it. He plucked the piece of bacon up, crunching into it as he listened. Dean had fed him, very kindly, when he visited but with as much as he was likely to drink today, any kind of cushion for it would probably be helpful.
"That's better than the alternative." His dark mind being what it was and with all the possibilities that Mathis had opened up, he could come up with all sorts of unattractive alternatives. No, it was better that Zed had only missed a few days. Better still for John, he'd wager.
Raylan grunted at the question, poking the yolk of his egg with the end of the bacon bit to pop it before eating the rest of it. Once he cleared his mouth, he'd answer, snagging the bit of sausage to keep his hands busy.
"Malcolm. Scared the hell outta him so bad, wantin' to cross that bridge, that it got into his nightmares. I'd tell him that the bridge blew in but that'd be the same as tellin' him I tried to cross it alone. Apparently, he's a little.. Attached."
Well, that was technically accurate but it was its own form of dishonesty. Coming right out and saying it was harder than it sounded and Raylan couldn't quite bring himself to do it. If he didn't say it, it didn't have to be a real thing he had to figure out.