Oh. Raylan's light defensive sarcasm melted away at that unexpected sentimentality. Yes, of course they were friends but that.. was more blatant care about what it would do to Raylan than he was used to. People looked at him to get shit done, good or bad, and he was meant to shoulder it wordlessly. Except Doc.. wasn't.

He watched Doc's downturned face, trying to get what he could from it. What he got was a fraction of shame, something else under Doc's hat and the struggle to stand up to the responsibilities they'd taken on here.

Raylan turned his coffee cup back and forth on the counter thoughtfully before nodding. "If that's what you want. It matters what you want too, to echo the other night." To use Doc's words against him. "I know Malcolm would agree with me."

He took a deep breath, hips shifting as he shifted his weight. "There's some painkillers in the general store, if you want me to fetch 'em later. Somethin' to keep around when your head is tryin' to crack open."