He at least heard Raylan saying he wouldn't wander far, but the rest of the noises he was making were unsettling at best, especially as he went further and further away. Doc tries to drown it all out with a songless hum and the sound of his own footsteps. At least those can drown out his racing heartbeat while he stands alone in the dark, back of his hand pressed against one closed eye.
The sound of Raylan's light clattering against the ground has him picking up his head, thinking something might have happened to Raylan. He should go. Maybe. Blinking a few times at the dark, he contemplates throwing his cigarette away and giving chase. Small, tight, dark spaces is one thing. Losing Raylan here is worse.
Doc starts towards the tunnel but stops once he hears the footsteps. He doesn't dare call out to Raylan, hoping it's him and not something or someone else that got him, free hand gripping and loosening on his own torch. He is tense right up until it's obvious that it's just the Marshal marching back.
With one foot pressed flat against the wall, Doc watches the silhouette of Raylan Givens move around the darkness under the brim of his hat in his own quietness, initially not quite sure if he's blown off enough pent up frustration and if it's safe to approach. Lowering his head, Doc blows smoke out through his nose and between his lips, letting a silence that had up until today never been uncomfortable between them stretch on for a second too long.
And then he pushes himself away from the wall, approaching quietly with slow footsteps. Pulling out his flashlight in one hand, he clicks it on and turns it to offer the handle to Raylan, along with his pack of cigarettes in the other.
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The sound of Raylan's light clattering against the ground has him picking up his head, thinking something might have happened to Raylan. He should go. Maybe. Blinking a few times at the dark, he contemplates throwing his cigarette away and giving chase. Small, tight, dark spaces is one thing. Losing Raylan here is worse.
Doc starts towards the tunnel but stops once he hears the footsteps. He doesn't dare call out to Raylan, hoping it's him and not something or someone else that got him, free hand gripping and loosening on his own torch. He is tense right up until it's obvious that it's just the Marshal marching back.
With one foot pressed flat against the wall, Doc watches the silhouette of Raylan Givens move around the darkness under the brim of his hat in his own quietness, initially not quite sure if he's blown off enough pent up frustration and if it's safe to approach. Lowering his head, Doc blows smoke out through his nose and between his lips, letting a silence that had up until today never been uncomfortable between them stretch on for a second too long.
And then he pushes himself away from the wall, approaching quietly with slow footsteps. Pulling out his flashlight in one hand, he clicks it on and turns it to offer the handle to Raylan, along with his pack of cigarettes in the other.