The lifted hand was taken with a half nod, a half lifted hand of his own that conveyed that he didn't need the help and for once, it wasn't about pride. If he had needed the help, he would have taken it. At least from Doc. The brush of their arms was enough.

"There really isn't," Raylan countered with a soft under the eyebrow look and a shake of his head. "Willa's the best thing I got goin' and I already know that Winona is only gonna let me into part of her life. Alls I got to go back to is loneliness and job spent fillin' the holes in my life. Assumin' nothin' here follows. Ain't a bad, I suppose. Not in light of what some people choose to fill it with but.."

He bobbed his head as he carefully propped his feet up on a nearby chair.

"You don't talk about her much. Alice. Will you tell me about her? I take it she was your wife.. back in life." He didn't know how Doc parsed it so he wouldn't assume, but the door was open for him to elaborate none the less.