Judging by the onset of sleep into Henry's voice, maybe Raylan could get away without talking about what he didn't want to talk about.. Even if Henry opened up that part of the discussion. Raylan folded his hands over his stomach and took a deep breath.

"Assumin' both of us even make it down to the bed? Not particularly, I don't think. Not if you don't mind gettin' bumped into at night." Or wrapped around, or curled into, or all those soft sleep vulnerable things that Raylan had been doing with his chair as often as he could.

"The scramble up to wake Malcolm up will probably be the worst of it. What part of that is the question about? Him being strapped down or us on a bed together?"