Doc pockets the cigarettes. He would leave it out, there's plenty of sticks left for both of them, but in the darkness they risk getting trodden on and maybe he shouldn't be encouraging bad habits. Even if Raylan seems a lot calmer now.
Had he been topside and not hungover for much of the day, Doc would have snapped right back at Raylan. He doesn't take a beating without giving one back, verbal or otherwise. Wouldn't have even hesitated to set this bridge on fire with a passive-aggressive are you done? and left it to burn.
As it is, he doesn't have it in him tonight. He just moves to sit down, next to Raylan but just out of arm's reach, one leg bent at the knee and the other outstretched. He can still hear his own breathing, shallow and faster than usual. They really should be better than this.
"Are you cold?" Doc finally says something, turning to look over at Raylan.
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Had he been topside and not hungover for much of the day, Doc would have snapped right back at Raylan. He doesn't take a beating without giving one back, verbal or otherwise. Wouldn't have even hesitated to set this bridge on fire with a passive-aggressive are you done? and left it to burn.
As it is, he doesn't have it in him tonight. He just moves to sit down, next to Raylan but just out of arm's reach, one leg bent at the knee and the other outstretched. He can still hear his own breathing, shallow and faster than usual. They really should be better than this.
"Are you cold?" Doc finally says something, turning to look over at Raylan.