Raylan was exactly the same way. His drinking, his habits, his keep busy or isolated attitude went a long way to tamping down what of the real him had survived life. If there weren't the moonshine and something to do, Raylan shudders to think of what he'd become. Someone, he was sure, would argue that it was freeing. He didn't exactly agree.
Raylan let his head dip forward. "I'm plenty comfortable," he said, far too aware of where his voice would cast along Doc's ear. There was a unique comfort to having Doc and his weight right against his chest, that pine shampoo curling up into his nose. Saved Doc's back and his chest the freezing, if he wanted to be pragmatic about it. Despite that or maybe because of it, Raylan continued, right where he was.
"No point in sufferin' while we're here, any more than we already are?" He huffed another half laugh of a breath. "I've been sleepin' alone too long to mind but mindin' and likin' it are two different things. I don't want a face but.. there seems to be plenty room in my bed if you ever decide you want a body next to you. No strings or expectations attached." Shit, they didn't even have to talk - Doc could walk in and find a wordless embrace waiting for him. It wasn't a far cry from that one tease that was still bouncing around in his head from when they first moved in together.
It wasn't nothing but two grown men being there for each other, right? In a more basic needs way then Raylan was used to, but he'd never been starved out of life the way Mathis had; he could more than understand both their bending to this. Just for now.
"Not to prod but I gotta argue heartless. You're a lot of things, sure. Heartless ain't one of them. Doesn't mean you have to be a bleedin' heart, you're not that for sure. Hard ass maybe, even though I ain't ever had a feel."
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Raylan let his head dip forward. "I'm plenty comfortable," he said, far too aware of where his voice would cast along Doc's ear. There was a unique comfort to having Doc and his weight right against his chest, that pine shampoo curling up into his nose. Saved Doc's back and his chest the freezing, if he wanted to be pragmatic about it. Despite that or maybe because of it, Raylan continued, right where he was.
"No point in sufferin' while we're here, any more than we already are?" He huffed another half laugh of a breath. "I've been sleepin' alone too long to mind but mindin' and likin' it are two different things. I don't want a face but.. there seems to be plenty room in my bed if you ever decide you want a body next to you. No strings or expectations attached." Shit, they didn't even have to talk - Doc could walk in and find a wordless embrace waiting for him. It wasn't a far cry from that one tease that was still bouncing around in his head from when they first moved in together.
It wasn't nothing but two grown men being there for each other, right? In a more basic needs way then Raylan was used to, but he'd never been starved out of life the way Mathis had; he could more than understand both their bending to this. Just for now.
"Not to prod but I gotta argue heartless. You're a lot of things, sure. Heartless ain't one of them. Doesn't mean you have to be a bleedin' heart, you're not that for sure. Hard ass maybe, even though I ain't ever had a feel."