Raylan's eyebrows lifted at all that, letting Doc talk himself to a stop. He could go back through things point by point. It was better to let Doc work out what he needed to in between his breaths.

But there was no judgement here.

"You goin' quietly is lettin' somethin' nasty win," he started with a look from under his brows. "And there's nothin' wrong with playin' it fast and loose, even with..-" He couldn't help the oh so faint curl of the edges of his lips. "-people who turn out to be somethin' of a pain in your ass."

But did Doc really think Negan was that bad, or was this a case of like him too much for it to be safe so we'll hate him instead. He could see Doc pulling that too.

"So tell him it ain't gonna happen again, apologize for the dump of feelin's and follow your ABC's..." His head tilted a little and he tapped a finger on the counter before nodding and turning back to walk towards his coffee cup. "Unless he's burrowed in enough that you can't and then you might havta start lookin' at the other options here."