If he's honest, he can't be sure how it works. Usually there are outlets. There are guns. There are women. There is a whiskey. There is a car. Here he can only hope to not subject the housemates to whatever it is he needs to burn out.
He wants to tell Raylan that they might not come looking, but he isn't cruel enough for that. Perhaps it is too early to give up on others. Doc just thinks he knows better from experience. God don't take requests from poor old country boys. They've been making home in places where angels fear to tread.
"Won't work well if it's too light." They can ignore all the small fragments and salvage some big ones. And then... what? Keep throwing and hoping? He doesn't know. Maybe they just need to be doing something to keep themselves busy, even if it is something as futile as that.
"Let's gather everything up anyway." Maybe they'll need to burn the smaller pieces to start a fire if it gets too cold, in which case they'll need to use the bigger pieces they can salvage as firewood and figure something else out.
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He wants to tell Raylan that they might not come looking, but he isn't cruel enough for that. Perhaps it is too early to give up on others. Doc just thinks he knows better from experience. God don't take requests from poor old country boys. They've been making home in places where angels fear to tread.
"Won't work well if it's too light." They can ignore all the small fragments and salvage some big ones. And then... what? Keep throwing and hoping? He doesn't know. Maybe they just need to be doing something to keep themselves busy, even if it is something as futile as that.
"Let's gather everything up anyway." Maybe they'll need to burn the smaller pieces to start a fire if it gets too cold, in which case they'll need to use the bigger pieces they can salvage as firewood and figure something else out.