Raylan's expression pinched and he stopped his hand from reaching over to slide out across Klaus's shoulder. Maybe in a second. For now, he could only look at where they were walking with a soft cluck under his breath as Klaus continued. That was some extreme stress for anyone, much less a little kid.

"If your daddy wasn't already dead, I'd offer to beat him into the ground for you," Raylan admitted with a tight little downturn of his lips. He had a lot of feelings about how kids were supposed to be treated and he hadn't heard anything from Klaus that suggested he ever got what a kid deserved. In any way.

"Three years is a good long time. Can't've been easy. Maybe when you get back, you can get back up onto the wagon. I don't think I've been sober by the end of the night for longer than three days in.. years. But it ain't what's making my life what it is, so that's all that matters." He wasn't only an alcoholic, he functioned and very well outside of that, but most evenings ended with him and a bottle of some kind.

"Point is that you did it once, you can do it again."