Raylan's expression only curled in amusement. The bottle was being taken as hostage. He saw how it was. He was a little surprised at how easily Doc fell into the bold suggestion, putting a time limit on it and everything. Was he really going to oust Neal in favor of them now? What would Neal think?
His heartrate rose again as Doc hit the stairs and glanced back at him. He had a sense about the door he'd opened, otherwise he wouldn't have opened it, but staring at the gut possibility made his hands itch. Maybe Doc was just as lonely and needy as he was. Maybe he wouldn't be judged for any lapses that might be had in the morning. He swallowed thickly and nodded. "A minute fifty." To account for his lingering.
Once Doc was moving up the stairs, Raylan pushed to his feet and glanced around, only grabbing his hat to slip onto his head and tossing his coat into a chair. No reason to make Neal deal with all of that if Doc really could talk Neal into giving up a room for a night.
The seconds ticked by in his head and he ambled into the kitchen, half in hope of giving Neal enough time to get into the living room so that Raylan could pass him by with an "Evenin'" and a tip of his hat before he hit the stairs himself, turning on the landing toward the room he'd once called Just His.
There was no hesitation to him opening the door and stepping in, closing it softly behind him. "How many seconds am I ahead by," he teased as he took off his hat and shifted it in his hands as he moved further into the room, pausing only to toss it most expertly onto one of the far sitting chairs.
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His heartrate rose again as Doc hit the stairs and glanced back at him. He had a sense about the door he'd opened, otherwise he wouldn't have opened it, but staring at the gut possibility made his hands itch. Maybe Doc was just as lonely and needy as he was. Maybe he wouldn't be judged for any lapses that might be had in the morning. He swallowed thickly and nodded. "A minute fifty." To account for his lingering.
Once Doc was moving up the stairs, Raylan pushed to his feet and glanced around, only grabbing his hat to slip onto his head and tossing his coat into a chair. No reason to make Neal deal with all of that if Doc really could talk Neal into giving up a room for a night.
The seconds ticked by in his head and he ambled into the kitchen, half in hope of giving Neal enough time to get into the living room so that Raylan could pass him by with an "Evenin'" and a tip of his hat before he hit the stairs himself, turning on the landing toward the room he'd once called Just His.
There was no hesitation to him opening the door and stepping in, closing it softly behind him. "How many seconds am I ahead by," he teased as he took off his hat and shifted it in his hands as he moved further into the room, pausing only to toss it most expertly onto one of the far sitting chairs.