"No," Raylan replied with a half turn of his head towards Doc that did not include his eyes, which were promptly closed as he sank his head back and took another long draw from the almost finished cigarette. It had never been his habit but damned if he didn't understand it. Damned if it wasn't helping him, at that.

"No, it's not worth all that." It wasn't worth terrifying them both more - his pride didn't need that kind of superficial and ultimately useless abuse. He'd been kicked around enough tonight already. He turned his head, cracking an eye open at him.

"Henry, us bein' down here isn't your fault. Nothin' is gonna make me feel better about bein' here." His head lifted, both eyes opening to focus on Doc. "You know I'm not pissed off at you right? I've been pissed at this place since I got snagged off to the lighthouse - something is fucking with us. You and me both." He set his head back to where it had been, eyes finding a simple nothing to focus on, on the faint cast of light they had.

"I like you. Probably more than I should."