Neal and Malcolm seemed to find very little comfort of that kind out in the world, while Raylan and Doc were well at peace with the ugliness of the world and what it takes to shoulder it without breaking down. Maybe that's why they projected that sense of safety. Experience. But Doc got further than anyone else with Raylan solely because he didn't push. Because he didn't mind topping off the unhealthy coping habit he'd picked up young.

Because for how different they were, John Henry was more like him than anyone he'd ever met. That was comforting in it's rite.

Raylan huffed half a scoffed laugh, lip edges lifting. "They need the shake up.. Once I get Boyd Crowder back behind bars where he belongs. That's the reason they forced me to go back, so I'm only stayin' for as long as the job takes. If I ain't been kicked out by then, I'll transfer. If I have? I'm goin' down there anyway. I'm sure someone needs a firearm instructor." He looked over. "Though I could probably look into bartending and stay fairly comfortable for the rest of my life."