"Got you running up here, didn't it?" Funny how putting a little timer to things really lights that fire under anyone's ass. He loses his own shoes and socks while Raylan gets busy looting his own stash - far be it from Doc to interrupt or pry into a journey of self-discovery deeper and deeper into a dark closet - dragging their half-drunk bottle along with him over to the other side of the bed. They're moving around quietly now, not in a deliberate secretive or stealthy manner but just because they're barefoot padding around and this quietness that they are used to is always this calm silence before the Malcolm storm rips through the house.
Sitting on the right side halfway down the bed, facing Raylan with his back turned towards the bathroom and bedroom doors, Doc folds his arms at the wrists and drapes one elbow atop a bent knee, other leg still hanging off the side of the bed. Close enough to be within reach. Far enough to be comfortable. He knows he is treading dangerous water. He would not push too far out too quickly.
"I slept plenty in the other house. But I was planning on making up for lost drinking time." And he does believe that Malcolm would be happy for Raylan to take him any night. Cracking his bottle open, he holds it out to Raylan. He's drinking the rest straight out of the bottle after, probably finishing it himself if Raylan doesn't stop him. You don't sit on the same bed divulging plans to drink excessively and still pretend at being some kind of gentleman.
"I will admit I felt a little guilty about it too." It was impossible not to feel relieved shaking off that exhaustion.
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Sitting on the right side halfway down the bed, facing Raylan with his back turned towards the bathroom and bedroom doors, Doc folds his arms at the wrists and drapes one elbow atop a bent knee, other leg still hanging off the side of the bed. Close enough to be within reach. Far enough to be comfortable. He knows he is treading dangerous water. He would not push too far out too quickly.
"I slept plenty in the other house. But I was planning on making up for lost drinking time." And he does believe that Malcolm would be happy for Raylan to take him any night. Cracking his bottle open, he holds it out to Raylan. He's drinking the rest straight out of the bottle after, probably finishing it himself if Raylan doesn't stop him. You don't sit on the same bed divulging plans to drink excessively and still pretend at being some kind of gentleman.
"I will admit I felt a little guilty about it too." It was impossible not to feel relieved shaking off that exhaustion.