[His amble slowed as he looked around at all that Dean had already gotten done - quite a good bit of progress and he was happy to see that there was still plenty for him to do. He needed the distraction, the work. The project in total, really.

He lifts his chin as his head swings towards Dean, face breaking into a crooked hollow type smile.]

Perfect as pie. [It was an utter lie.] Sorry about yesterday, I got.. indisposed.. Unavoidably.. [Raylan took a deep breath in and refocused on the main area.] Looks like you got some work done, hope I'm not too late to pitch in makin' myself useful. I brought an extra bottle in apology.