Raylan bobbed his eyebrows in response, face curled in amusement. He hadn't realized that it worked as well as it did. "Usually, my timers are 24 hours but neither of us are gettin' outta town," he joked as Doc settled down on the bed nearby, letting the new bottle roll and rest against his own thigh as he tucked one foot up in towards his other knee. Doc could have settled closer but the dance they were dancing was a slow, careful one. Raylan didn't know how it'd end but the twinkle in his eye was engaged.

"You are behind," he said with a smirk as he leaned forward to snag the bottle, tilting it up for a few big mouthful, adam's apple bobbing until his chin brought the bottle back down. His teeth bared with a sharp exhale as he turned the bottle back and handed it over. Who needed cups when they were dedicated to some muted drunk darkness coming over them? No, neither of them were gentleman when they were alone in a room - Gentleman was for everyone else.

"Guilty about what? Sleepin'?" Raylan waved a hand, dropping it to rest over his own knee as he shook his head. "Don't be. I'm sure Malcolm would be fine knowin' that you got a few good nights. We were both runnin' on a particular form of fumes, even if we didn't realize it." He leaned back with a sigh. "Beds the house I had were nice. Lot nicer than we got here. Shame we can't either move in or ransack the place. Bedrooms enough for all of us and then some, I'd guess."