"Oh we are never there for the services," Doc quips. No, if Raylan was telling the truth, he would believe it. Doc on the other hand, definitely doesn't mind paying for services rendered. At least there is honesty and transparency in a transaction. At least he isn't attaching strings to something he knows is not destined to last.

"I don't know what makes you think anyone knows what the hell they're doing, or how to go about doing it. But I respect that it's not what you want." Right now, at least. He knows this isn't the end of something that hasn't even started. But he won't tell Raylan that. If Malcolm could just be quiet and still for a moment, have a little faith, Raylan would come back to him and open up a little more, find a way to fill that quietness and stillness with things he thought he never wanted to share. He has done the same with Doc, after all. All their drinking does is set a time and place for it, and speed up the process.

"G'night," he says quietly, brushing the backs of his fingers against Raylan's back. He knows a touch-starved man has cravings. Had felt the way Raylan reacted before. But on this particular early morning, he will just remind Raylan that he's there, and proceed to leave him be, pulling his arm back to occupy that space between them.