So... Doc feels just a smidge guilty, because he had been the one encouraging Five to bring his brother along to dinner over to 1306. He can't claim to know Klaus all that well, but he knows the young man wears his heart on his sleeve and is more like Malcolm, open and expressive whereas Five is more like the cowboys, reserved and guarded. He didn't know that he was the type to keep running his mouth before he can put his foot in it even if, honestly, he would have still extended the invitation either way. But maybe he would have had a more active hand in steering the conversation before Klaus accidentally committed a half dozen faux pas.
Towards the tail end of dinner when people start leaving the table, Doc moves over to occupy the vacated adjacent seat, sitting down next to Five and forcing him to stay by wordlessly topping up his glass of moonshine. There is no mention of apocalypses and mannequin wives.
"You said there were seven of you," Doc drawls, screwing the cap back onto the moonshine bottle as though he's not planning on finishing the whole thing by himself. "You ever get together for family dinners, like this?" Raylan, Malcolm, Neal, Negan and Doc don't have the same dynamics like Luther, Diego, Allison, Ben and Vanya, but he can't imagine those dinners are any less awkward.
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Towards the tail end of dinner when people start leaving the table, Doc moves over to occupy the vacated adjacent seat, sitting down next to Five and forcing him to stay by wordlessly topping up his glass of moonshine. There is no mention of apocalypses and mannequin wives.
"You said there were seven of you," Doc drawls, screwing the cap back onto the moonshine bottle as though he's not planning on finishing the whole thing by himself. "You ever get together for family dinners, like this?" Raylan, Malcolm, Neal, Negan and Doc don't have the same dynamics like Luther, Diego, Allison, Ben and Vanya, but he can't imagine those dinners are any less awkward.