Raylan gave him another look, one that read much like 'Oh please' before he shook his head, attention back on the middle of nothing in the room.

"I'm older than you are now, unless you had some liquor to cure your liver down where you were-" He wasn't going to say 'well', he could intimate it without drawing such sharp attention to it. "But we both know it's still a choice. Get down into your own bullshit so why bother stoppin, right?"

It wasn't the drinking that was the problem. It was the kinda drinking fueled by whatever was in Doc's head that had him gripping to the couch like it was life raft and Raylan was asking him to go swim in the ocean. He'd seen a lot of sides to Doc. The petulant one was new.