My job don't let me off the ride. You ain't my tour guide. [And he didn't want off the ride. That being said, he won more than John lost, putting them at different ends of it all. Raylan got validation, John got damnation.]
Nice underoos,[he commented with a smirk and a gesture before bothering with anything other than his primary, passing point.] But my bed is nice enough at the house and I've never much enjoyed wastin' a perfectly good buzz layin' around. We can't go anywhere, nothin's chansin' us. You can sleep at home. Back with Zed, shit, you like layin in an empty space, thinkin' of what you ain't got with you?
[Because he did not. Through all of it, Raylan was utterly casual, far too into his own bottle and head to be flapped by John's self-loathing that he felt an echo of but would never succumb to. Water, meet ducks back, in the kindest way his social toolbox would allow.]
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Nice underoos,[he commented with a smirk and a gesture before bothering with anything other than his primary, passing point.] But my bed is nice enough at the house and I've never much enjoyed wastin' a perfectly good buzz layin' around. We can't go anywhere, nothin's chansin' us. You can sleep at home. Back with Zed, shit, you like layin in an empty space, thinkin' of what you ain't got with you?
[Because he did not. Through all of it, Raylan was utterly casual, far too into his own bottle and head to be flapped by John's self-loathing that he felt an echo of but would never succumb to. Water, meet ducks back, in the kindest way his social toolbox would allow.]