There wasn't much of any humor to John's self loathing, if they were all honest. That's what made it a little unbearable sometimes, in part.

He met Doc's question with a straight gaze and a faint curl of his lips. "Would it make me a scoundrel to say that I enjoyed it more than I thought I would? Or that I wouldn't mind it happenin' again?" Maybe kissing Malcolm had opened a brash gate somewhere, but it certainly had started a cascade of thoughts that Raylan had been trying and failing desperately to hold at bay. He liked Doc. More than he probably should. Just like he liked Malcolm.

"We can do that, if you want. Give one of us a bed for a night at least." The concession came with a bob of his head as he nonchalantly took a sip of his moonshine. "Almost a shame we didn't put Neal down here, take the Master bedroom for ourselves."