Doc is used to waking in different women's arms, be they a one night stand or a long term lover or someone who stopped charging by the hour a few hours ago, and it's much preferable than being curled up in the dark waking up cold and alone, so the weight of an arm and a comforting touch isn't so foreign to him.

Raylan's voice isn't so foreign to him either, even if it's never breathed so closely to him, but he can't quite make out the words in his steeped-in-sleep state. He almost elbows the poor man in an effort to turn around, which is when he starts to lose his balance on his little sliver of couch enough to start pulling himself out of his half-asleep state.

Lifting his head ever so slightly, eyes still squeezed shut, Doc groans quietly and lowers his head back down onto the couch again. He takes a long time rubbing his eyes slowly with the back of one hand, tensing up a bit, breathing slow.

"Mm... Raylan...?" But Raylan wasn't in the house; he'd checked.