"No, you're right. But a lot of people who didn't have to die already had, by then. Seems like a damn shame." He turns towards Raylan at the sudden shoulder bump but doesn't pass any comments. Maybe Raylan wouldn't mind if he just- turned, a bit. And rest some of his back against his shoulder. He is slightly more meaty and comfortable than the wall.

"I'm not sure about how I'm going. Dying old and warm in my bed was never in the cards for me. Best I can hope for is an honourable man who loved me enough to put me down, clean shot between the eyes." He breathes out a sigh, running his fingertip over the rim of his hat. "Or woman. I ain't fussy that way. Hell if it was an Earp girl who'd do it, that'd be even better. At least she'd only be sad for two seconds and just get the hell on with it. I ain't nothing worth loving or mourning over."