Oh he knew, Raylan was sure. He'd get around to asking about the way Doc fled like he was running from the scene of a crime, but some other time. The smack got a scoff of half a laugh but it did its job, stilling Raylan's hands and drawing his eye back over his shoulder at his too knowing companion.

No, talking isn't what they did but asking to talk also wasn't something they did and would have earned consideration enough on its own. But after the way the night and morning had gone- Any excuse that Raylan was getting ready to prepare was promptly washed away by the shameless baiting and he really was foolish enough to think that they could get away with not talking about Malcolm.

After a long second, Raylan nodded and set his boots back where they were. "Don't have to lay it on that thick, ya know," he starts as he shifts to lay back down on the bed, where he'd started his night. "The askin' would have been enough, no kindness needed. We're gonna havta go mattress huntin' tomorrow, I suppose. Should find one with a box spring though, make things more comfortable. I still think we should set up in here if we're gonna do this whole.. dorm livin' thing. I like the chairs."