Raylan's lips tightened in a passing look of acknowledgement that said he wasn't really going to take the advice underwing unless he felt he needed to. If he could avoid pointing fingers at it directly, he would. He had plenty of words that got it across all the same.
He didn't know if Doc's sinking into the couch was a concession or not, but there was no mistaking what the pillow flying at his face meant, and he laughed a little as it fell away, grinning foolishly. Well, it was movement and he didn't have to use his commanding voice, so it was a victory over all. He didn't hold the petulant against Doc, if he couldn't be a little petulant in front of Raylan, Raylan obviously wasn't doing his job.
Raylan saw the hints of scars from under Doc's shirt - questions for another time. The gunshot wound was an easy guess - A gunslinger getting shot wasn't extraordinary, but Doc had clearly been through more.
He saw the way the walls were pulled back up with the seating of the hat, knowing far to well exactly what that was like. The hat was it's own protection, a security blanket of mystery that they could duck away from life from, give it the backs of their shoulders and not think twice about it.
"I'll start the coffee," Raylan said, patting Doc's knee before he pushed to his feet. He knew better than to push or talk any more about it - Doc had agreed and he wasn't going to chance him changing his mind. "Hair of the dog that bit you," he offered with a finger and a lift of his eyebrows in question.
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He didn't know if Doc's sinking into the couch was a concession or not, but there was no mistaking what the pillow flying at his face meant, and he laughed a little as it fell away, grinning foolishly. Well, it was movement and he didn't have to use his commanding voice, so it was a victory over all. He didn't hold the petulant against Doc, if he couldn't be a little petulant in front of Raylan, Raylan obviously wasn't doing his job.
Raylan saw the hints of scars from under Doc's shirt - questions for another time. The gunshot wound was an easy guess - A gunslinger getting shot wasn't extraordinary, but Doc had clearly been through more.
He saw the way the walls were pulled back up with the seating of the hat, knowing far to well exactly what that was like. The hat was it's own protection, a security blanket of mystery that they could duck away from life from, give it the backs of their shoulders and not think twice about it.
"I'll start the coffee," Raylan said, patting Doc's knee before he pushed to his feet. He knew better than to push or talk any more about it - Doc had agreed and he wasn't going to chance him changing his mind. "Hair of the dog that bit you," he offered with a finger and a lift of his eyebrows in question.