When Doc lifted, Raylan reached out to pat his hip directing Doc to shift at least 90 degrees to his left so that the wall could support their weight. Raylan turning would have been awkward and primed them for laying down; a step that Raylan was sure Doc wasn't aiming for. Once Doc had settled his weight back, Raylan tried to keep his hands out of his way, one propped over his bent knee and only aware that it was the same knee that Doc had lifted and bent. His other tucked safely away in the coat pocket, for now.
Look, that novel based pose was comfortable, for as much fun as everyone makes of it. And with a little spread of his legs, plenty of room for one more cowboy to fit in against him.
"Can I tell you somethin'," Raylan asked, head back against the stone wall so as to not whisper lustly in Doc's ear. "Normally I'm only comfortable when I'm alone. Most of the time. And when I'm not, I drink til I figure out how to be.. Ain't that the way of the world? Not just for us but for everyone. Everyone's got a face they're puttin' on for someone else. I suppose there's always the exception to the rule but.."
He had never found himself to be that kind of exception.
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Look, that novel based pose was comfortable, for as much fun as everyone makes of it. And with a little spread of his legs, plenty of room for one more cowboy to fit in against him.
"Can I tell you somethin'," Raylan asked, head back against the stone wall so as to not whisper lustly in Doc's ear. "Normally I'm only comfortable when I'm alone. Most of the time. And when I'm not, I drink til I figure out how to be.. Ain't that the way of the world? Not just for us but for everyone. Everyone's got a face they're puttin' on for someone else. I suppose there's always the exception to the rule but.."
He had never found himself to be that kind of exception.