Raylan never really ever ran out of gas, just like his guns were always loaded but there was nothing left to push him, down here. Doc would have to put in work to get Raylan pissed off at him enough to snap again.

He caught the starts of the jacket tug, kicking himself for not knowing it would lead to such a thing, and furrowed his brow a little, gesturing out to protest just in time for Doc to stick the coat out at him. He let out a little breath, hand drooping back to a more casual kind of pointing that Doc generally seemed to disapprove of.

"You're gonna worry if I say no, aren't ya?"

He didn't want any trouble and was more than pliable after his break in apology, shifting one leg down and in while the other cocked out the other way. Speaking from cigarette hosted lips, he tugged it on with a visible shudder of appreciation as he popped the collar and hunkered into the latent body warmth that bit away some of the cold in his shoulders. "Wasn't exactly expectin' to need more than the three shirts I got on for a walk next door. I'll wear my coat next time."