He leans into Raylan's side when his arm goes around his shoulders. He knows the Marshall isn't free and loose with things like that, can take it for the important gesture that it is. He's used to curbing that touch-craving that constantly gnaws at him for people who aren't the same way, so he won't make him linger in it any longer than he might be comfortable with.

He shrugs, "Who knows... maybe. We can dream."