He didn't think anything of John for having broken ribs and not being able to tear the brick away as he might want to. It was the thought and the fire that counts.

"Spooky scribble," Raylan echoed with a pinch of confusion before turning back to pull off a few more blocks, dusting off the edges here and there and testing the firmness of the markings. It didn't come off on his fingertips. "You recognize it? Mister Master of Spooky Scribble?"