"I imagine so. Longest I ever stayed up was four days and I wasn't worth my weight by the end of it." And he didn't have any spooky head shit messing with him, so he could really, only imagine.

Raylan propped one hand outurned on his knee, face pinching in concern before he glanced over the bed and towards the closet. No, no shadow man here, though Raylan half expected to see something scuttering out of the corner of his eye again, a large part of him still unsettled by quiet corners and mirrors. Over the next couple of days, he'd start covering any mirror he passed regularly, going so far as to tear a sheet a little at each corner to tuck it over the wall mounted sheet mirrors in the Master bathroom.

"My bet right now? After that shit of the last few days? Little from column A, little from column B," he admitted with a curl of his features in amusement for a moment before falling back into a more serious soft concern.

"You okay?"