"Well then at least we have something to work on," Doc says with a sigh. It is so far down his list of priorities here, it is true, but he cannot keep himself going indefinitely if all he is doing here is running himself to the ground putting out fires. Just as they would both stop talking over their drinking sessions if all they ever talked about was deep, heavy shit they would rather keep bottled up and battened down.

"People take one look at you. Think they heard your name from some place, think they know you. I used to like having a bit of a reputation, setting people on edge before they even met me. Now you get to a point where you just let people think what they like," Doc agrees. He wants to rewrite his legacy, but he knows he cannot. He is still trying to figure out what he can and cannot do in this new world he finds himself in. Maybe it is for the better to just leave the past behind and move on. But a part of him feels it irresponsible to do so so simply.

"We should check on the boys," Doc says with a sigh. His smoke is finished. The moonshine can wait. He can't count on nothing bizarre happening to the lanterns but they can probably stay closer to the internal door to the garage. Less of a chance they get bumped into that way.

"Get you warmed up while we're at it. Malcolm could use a big old hug," he teases with a snicker as he starts to head back inside, bringing the lanterns along with to leave them on a stool next to the door.