"There are worse things than Death," he said with a bounce of his eyebrows at his plate. Didn't much matter what the alternatives were, they were all bad here. John was right about that.

Raylan glanced up under his hat brim as John continued. Had it been obvious? Slightly, perhaps, but Raylan had kept his eyes down and his mouth shut like he was supposed to. Nothing to lead to the wrong ideas, despite apparently everyone he knew here throwing it at him like he was comfortable with it.

"Who says I'm bent any kinda way? Just don't like waking up to hearing my name screamed like that." Even he knew it was bullshit. Raylan's lips tightened a little, eyes drifting down to his plate for a minute as he chewed his proverbial liver.

This was stupid. He was being stupid. "It's nothin'." Lies.