"Well no shit, Sherlock," Raylan retorted to the first as he followed over to lean his hip and hand on the counter, fully abandoning his coffee in favor of, apparently, being a caring pain in Doc's ass. Of course they were never fine but the unspoken rule dictated a lot.

Though, if Doc was willing to break that, they could make an exception for each other.

"The fact that he got under your skin says somethin' and I'm startin' to get the sense that this isn't just about personality clashes. Not just a smart mouth and sharp attitude." His head tilted to one side a little. "What's got you in a twist?"