It was a little old-fashioned and, if Doc hadn't been honest with him, he might have had to break those rules. But they understood each other and the base values they shared. He knew Doc wouldn't go around giving commands like this without it being deadly serious and in this case at least, if Raylan said he wasn't going to go, he wasn't going to go.

He wasn't that stupid often.

Raylan took in the deep breaths, the fidgets, the underlying tension in Doc's voice, jaw and shoulders. Oh yes. He could tell how deeply John had dug in.

"So you told him not to go and I'm gonna guess he told you to go fuck yourself." Sounds like the way John would start a fight, yeah. Raylan nodded, the edges of his mouth downturning in a facial shrug as he glanced into his own cup for a drink before looking back over at Doc.

"I will. Might just be outta spite and decency around corpses, though I suppose. I don't know what he tells other people but I've been yelled at plenty about how bein' around him is some kinda death sentence. Apparently, everyone oughta be aware. He's a big boy, he'll handle himself, in the end. We ain't responsible for everyone who shows up here, you know that right?" Even if they both had sort of tried, between Malcolm, Neal and now Negan, though the latter two were still in progress.

"Especially for people who don't want us to be."