"Guess we'll have to see, huh?" He'd lived with putting enough people down that he was sure he'd find a way if he had to. More drinking, if nothing else, to burn out whatever guilt and morality he might have left around it. He'd never put down a friend but sadly, he knew he'd be able to do it if he had to and he was skilled enough to be fairly sure he'd win in a draw down between them.

He couldn't help but consider it all as Doc's hat settles in his lap, the mixing scents of the shampoo they all use wafting up at him. It was better than then damp of the tunnel, even if it made him want to sink into both the scent and the man it came with. Turning his head a little, mindful to not bury his nose into Doc's hair like a fucking weirdo, he hummed a quiet note of acknowledgment.

"That's the way it is out in Harlan, stars aside. No technology knows how to get around or where it's at. They can't send cars up there and they're too scared to send people.." Hill folk and the stories that came with them and all. "There bein' no stars here freaks me out. Wasn't no dirt road and I can't name 'em but I used to lay out in a field and stare at 'em. Think about the astronauts.." He took another deep breath before turning his head back towards Doc's. "Nobody knows nothin' here. About the only place where it might be half okay to be that way." It was okay to not know, so long as he had the intestinal fortitude to keep trying, despite that. "Ya know, a little shift here and you wouldn't have to have my shoulder in between your back."

It just seemed like it might be better for both of them if Doc.. just sat between Raylan's legs and leaned against him. Save them both from most discomforts, the cold of the stone being one of them.