“...Wrong?” A whisper seemed about the right volume and he matched it. “I...” He could see some sort of conflict going on in Raylan’s face and he didn’t know enough about what was at war to really understand the question. “Didn’t feel wrong to me,” was the only answer he could offer with certainty. “Surprising, yes. Wrong, no. The good kind of surprise, though... I’m talking too much.” He swallowed thickly. “You don’t have to be sorry.” Even if he never wanted to do it again.