Raylan nodded slightly. "I think I'd be better if I could hide mine." Scars under his shirts were already accepted, but the ones on his face were harder to swallow. Mainly because people could stare at them, wonder what horrific accident he'd been in that rendered his face marred in such a way.

Yeah, there was still some surviving ego under there, but not much.

He looked over as Klaus continued and huffed a breath with a little pull of a faint smile, earnest despite it's size, chin lifting a little. "That seems to be the way of the world." Raylan shook his head again. "How do you deal with it? I find myself runnin' outta sheets, moonshine and ideas."