Raylan took it all in stride, face attentive and unreadable. Yes, true, they all had issues. Most of which couldn't be helped. Most of which didn't want to be helped. Neither of those were the case for Malcolm Bright and Raylan would be damned if he was going to be moved off making sure someone didn't accidentally kill themselves in the mess of a group of people who seemed intent on rushing towards it.

Malcolm was an innocent in his own issues, a tortured bystander. People like Raylan and John were not passive in the vast majority of theirs.

"Yeah." He took a deep breath in, eyes closing for a moment with it as his eyebrows lifted. "Maybe I just needed to hear it that way."

What he'd do, how he'd deal with it - that would remain to be seen.

His eyes stayed on John though, fingers tapping lightly on the table as he considered something else. Maybe he should just let that sleeping dog lie. Bets were on that he had the right answer, in general enough to sate his question on it.

"Food's good, by the way. I appreciate the plate, even if that's not why I showed up."