He wasn't alone in that. The more time he spent here, the more confused Raylan got, double so when he thought too much about Malcolm and Doc specifically. Somehow, Raylan did not expect that to get better. They'd stumble their way through it either way, but not without someone to lean on.

"I'll fetch 'em anyway. They'll help take the edge off your headache." He eyed Doc from the underside of his hat brim.

"You behaved fine. A nice properly loose gentleman. Don't worry, no honors were infringed upon or taken advantage of." A brief injection of humor. Doc hadn't gone to bed with anyone, as far as he'd known about, at least last night. "What made you sink into it last night? You were fine and then.. you started hittin' it harder. What happened?"