"No. No plans. Got plans enough at home.. Grew up with the family headstones in the front yard, right as you walk in. Been starin' at my name in that stone for too many years already. If I go, I go. Only control I got is not eggin' death on. Bein' smart."

Gently, Raylan took the bottle, considered the mouth of it for a long moment before putting the cap back on and setting it down onto the bed next to him so he could lean forward the fraction he'd had to lean back to do all that. Henry might think he was playin' it cool but Raylan, as drunk as he was himself, could still see Doc forcing it down his throat. To stop what specifically, Raylan didn't know but.. He knew he wanted to help.

"Somethin' happens to me, you'll take care of Malcolm. The other people that we both taken a likin' to.. I trust that you'll know how to handle that. Built for it." With the pause that came after, Raylan studied Henry's face before continuing.

"But if this really is the last night we're alive and kickin'..." He felt like he was standing on a cliff's edge. But Doc had seemed.. more than amiable about sleeping with him in the most practical sense. It would be fine, right? Maybe. Maybe not. "Only thing I'd ask of you is to come up here and get comfortable. Relax. Lay with me for a little while, huh?"