The almost touch, the tilt of Henry's face at it all made Raylan smile, not in total victory but something like it. Raylan stayed where he was, leaning back a fraction as though it made any kind of difference to Doc getting onto the bed over him. Shifting the bottle and setting it on the floor next to the side table, Raylan shifted himself a little to pull off the red and black checkered flannel shirt he was wearing over his henley shirt before pulling that off too. Once his watch was gone, he forgot about his belt and settled back into the position he'd taken before.
He'd seen the glimpse of the bullet wound and did wonder how many others Doc's normal waistcoated layers hid, something else to roll around in the back of his head. He looked over at the question, mirth playing along his lips. "Not directly, but it works, don't it?"
No, laying down was the right way to go and Raylan lifted himself to shift down and onto his elbows before dropping into the pillow with a sigh, head swimming not a little with the reorientation. The arm closet to Doc was laid out between them, his ringed off hand settling over his stomach in a similar move.
"Since Mathis decided that we need to wake up on a couch together, seems like she agrees about it bein' a solid idea." He let his head fall to the side, eyes opening back up to look at Henry as he smirked. "Just don't be stealin' all the covers or pushing me outta bed. Or let anyone think this place has any good ideas other than this one to share."
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The almost touch, the tilt of Henry's face at it all made Raylan smile, not in total victory but something like it. Raylan stayed where he was, leaning back a fraction as though it made any kind of difference to Doc getting onto the bed over him. Shifting the bottle and setting it on the floor next to the side table, Raylan shifted himself a little to pull off the red and black checkered flannel shirt he was wearing over his henley shirt before pulling that off too. Once his watch was gone, he forgot about his belt and settled back into the position he'd taken before.
He'd seen the glimpse of the bullet wound and did wonder how many others Doc's normal waistcoated layers hid, something else to roll around in the back of his head. He looked over at the question, mirth playing along his lips. "Not directly, but it works, don't it?"
No, laying down was the right way to go and Raylan lifted himself to shift down and onto his elbows before dropping into the pillow with a sigh, head swimming not a little with the reorientation. The arm closet to Doc was laid out between them, his ringed off hand settling over his stomach in a similar move.
"Since Mathis decided that we need to wake up on a couch together, seems like she agrees about it bein' a solid idea." He let his head fall to the side, eyes opening back up to look at Henry as he smirked. "Just don't be stealin' all the covers or pushing me outta bed. Or let anyone think this place has any good ideas other than this one to share."