Doc straightens up and starts to shift away from the fireplace mantle when Neal tries to sit up, pausing when he lies back down again. He watches their stubborn patient like a hawk and breathes out slowly through his nose when it looks like Neal has settled back down. Only then does he resume his casualesque lean against the shelf.

"The fact that you are both still alive is the only reason he still is." Doc is used to being the one who cleans up the mess, takes out the trash. He had sinned so Wyatt did not have to, on numerous occasions. He will sin again, if need be.

"We can work tonight out later." He would not impose on Raylan to be rushing up the stairs to check in on Malcolm tonight. They are flexible on these things though and he is confident it will work itself out.

"You survived, Mister Caffrey, and you are with us now." That is what it means to be in this house. It is a safe, protected space. One that both Raylan and Doc are willing to go to extraordinary lengths to maintain that way.

"Get some rest. We'll take care of it."