For some reason, Raylan hadn't really expected Klaus to start going off with actual reasons - he fully endorsed it, regardless, he just hadn't been sure there was a line that would make Klaus snap out of either his quiet withdrawn reprieve or the casual trauma lighthearted mix that was uniquely him. Klaus was still something of a mystery to him. No one had really tangled with Raylan here, spoken up against him, over him. It was a refreshing change of pace.
Even if he might not totally agree.
Without the forward movement, all of Raylan's impotent fury coiled in his jaw, he stayed quiet, letting Klaus say his peace, eyes dark enough to be black in the poor lighting. He blamed his father too and he couldn't wait for Arlo to find his way in the ground; he couldn't ever imagine not feeling better with Arlo dead and in the ground. But he wasn't a junkie trying to stay off smack or whatever Klaus's poison was. One day he'd ask.
There was a lot to unpack there and now wasn't the time, not that he could with Klaus stepping in to cup his face. It shifted something in his face, the touch taking off the edge to some of the uncompromising anger in his face. It helped that Klaus wasn't wrong in everything else.
It took him a half second to answer. "I can't sit down and let this place break me." He couldn't, physically unable to stop without the resignation of it all to weigh on him. He was too close to his death to be resigned about anything. "What else do you suggest I do besides hurt this place as badly." As badly as they'd been hurt. He wanted to make it suffer like he had, like they had.
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Even if he might not totally agree.
Without the forward movement, all of Raylan's impotent fury coiled in his jaw, he stayed quiet, letting Klaus say his peace, eyes dark enough to be black in the poor lighting. He blamed his father too and he couldn't wait for Arlo to find his way in the ground; he couldn't ever imagine not feeling better with Arlo dead and in the ground. But he wasn't a junkie trying to stay off smack or whatever Klaus's poison was. One day he'd ask.
There was a lot to unpack there and now wasn't the time, not that he could with Klaus stepping in to cup his face. It shifted something in his face, the touch taking off the edge to some of the uncompromising anger in his face. It helped that Klaus wasn't wrong in everything else.
It took him a half second to answer. "I can't sit down and let this place break me." He couldn't, physically unable to stop without the resignation of it all to weigh on him. He was too close to his death to be resigned about anything. "What else do you suggest I do besides hurt this place as badly." As badly as they'd been hurt. He wanted to make it suffer like he had, like they had.