He could have made things simultaneously awkward and funny by sprawling out on the bed but that's not really Doc's style. Anyone should be comfortable staying here with everyone else, the original inhabitants included. Instead Raylan will find him leaning against the small table, bottle of moonshine to celebrate the victory of commandeering the bedroom sitting next to his hips as his hands loosely grip the table's edge. He's still got his hat on but he tips his head and takes it off in a more deliberate motion, setting it down onto the vacant chair.

Had Neal not recovered as well as he did, Doc would not have asked for the room, but it is a fine balance to cater to everyone's needs, and once the mattress is set up tomorrow morning in Malcolm's room, then Neal can move back in without fanfare.

"I wa'n't keepin' count," he drawls, running a hand through his hair, keeping it tame. Well the chairs are occupied now so they can't sit around the table, but they do still have what's left of the moonshine to get through. A conundrum indeed.

"You still come in here often?" Doc frequents his room even though he has ceded it to Negan. He was going to move his bag downstairs, with the hodgepodge collection of half-used first aid kits being tapped into more often than he would like. He would need to find somewhere to put the borrowed clothes, books and other items he has salvaged from the township. But Negan didn't bring anything with him that needed clearing out the wardrobe for, and Doc wasn't sure how long he wanted to stay for.

"I's just thinkin' maybe you've got another bottle stashed somewhere." They can take their time drinking the night away if that were the case.