"Alls we're missin' is biscuits and gravy," Raylan agreed, lips crooking in a smile that was wholly unlike Jeff's. Man's a pleaser, got something out of fulfilling things for other people, if Raylan had to start a jacket on him.
"Between jobs and schoolin', that sounds about right," Raylan interjected, tone sweet enough for it. He didn't begrudge the fact that Jeff had a life; that would be the height of an arrogance that was far far beyond the pragmatic and reasonable Marshal. Too used to echoing what was given to him, Raylan's smile spread a little at the way Jeff talked about it, nodding at the question. He'd had a few of those kinda toys, believe it or not.
It was clear Jeff loved them. Not a bad look, really.
Birkenstocks. Raylan snorted and glanced down at Jeff's feet. "Birkenstocks. huh? Couldn't catch a soul dead in Kentucky wearin' that kinda get up. Largely cause of our snakes, I imagine. There a wife in the picture?"
He didn't ask if that was too far, being a divorcee himself, he knew it was a question men like them tended to get. Especially when there was a kid involved.
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"Between jobs and schoolin', that sounds about right," Raylan interjected, tone sweet enough for it. He didn't begrudge the fact that Jeff had a life; that would be the height of an arrogance that was far far beyond the pragmatic and reasonable Marshal. Too used to echoing what was given to him, Raylan's smile spread a little at the way Jeff talked about it, nodding at the question. He'd had a few of those kinda toys, believe it or not.
It was clear Jeff loved them. Not a bad look, really.
Birkenstocks. Raylan snorted and glanced down at Jeff's feet. "Birkenstocks. huh? Couldn't catch a soul dead in Kentucky wearin' that kinda get up. Largely cause of our snakes, I imagine. There a wife in the picture?"
He didn't ask if that was too far, being a divorcee himself, he knew it was a question men like them tended to get. Especially when there was a kid involved.