It was a good night though. Even if their clothes stayed on- well. Most of their clothes stayed on for most of the night. One bloodshot eye cracks open, unable to glare at Raylan long enough before his gaze softens and he turns towards the light, acknowledging Raylan with a grunt. He's still refusing to let go of the couch cushion he has clutched onto or get up, but at least Raylan got him moving. Baby steps.
"Some people know some asshole who calls himself Henry has taken up residence in 1306 Phillips Drive. Occasionally they show up bleeding out of a few gashes and holes and they know they can get that kinda problem fixed here. What else is there to say?" Most of the things he has learnt don't lead anywhere. The photos, the museum, the phantoms, the spirals in the ceiling. They're just dead ends that will encourage some young fellow to go do something stupid. He would rather not contribute to some reckless fool's untimely demise.
"This is the one day I wanna stay here," he tries to bargain. Doc is never around inside the house at this time, but he's tired and nursing one hell of a self-inflicted headache. "You should go. Learn what you can."
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"Some people know some asshole who calls himself Henry has taken up residence in 1306 Phillips Drive. Occasionally they show up bleeding out of a few gashes and holes and they know they can get that kinda problem fixed here. What else is there to say?" Most of the things he has learnt don't lead anywhere. The photos, the museum, the phantoms, the spirals in the ceiling. They're just dead ends that will encourage some young fellow to go do something stupid. He would rather not contribute to some reckless fool's untimely demise.
"This is the one day I wanna stay here," he tries to bargain. Doc is never around inside the house at this time, but he's tired and nursing one hell of a self-inflicted headache. "You should go. Learn what you can."