Raylan couldn't help but smirk a little as he came up, at the way that Bucky was getting out of the chair. It was in bad taste, considering how the man got injured, but he was starting move like his age now, at least for a little while.

"Gettin' old ain't for pussys, huh?" he asked as he stepped up and followed Bucky into the house. "I brought breakfast for you too. It's.. not cooked, but nothin' woulda kept warm on the walk over and it only takes a few minutes to do." He set the basket on the kitchen countertop and took to leaning on it. "If you haven't already eaten."

He'd cook, is what he was getting at. Least he could do.