Good. That was.. that was good. Raylan was already under enough pressure, everyone so confused and trying to talk him into just accepting everything without letting him.. work through or think about what he'd opened himself up to, what he'd allowed himself to be and if that was someone he could live with - even if the answer was yes, he still had to go on that journey.

But Mathis had moved things right along, putting him in twisted positions that, had they been left unchecked, would have been just as sad as his life at home, if not worse. The crazy didn't fall far from the apple tree, or that was his worry at least. No, it was better he bend and cave to the affections afforded to him. Before they were gone and he was facing the world alone again.

"I find myself doin' a lotta pretending here. Imagining. I wonder sometimes if it ain't too much, no matter the drivers." I.E. < Mathis. "Like I'm lettin' myself be setup for a hard let down." He frowned and shook his head a little. "It's too hard to think or plan about what might be when we got no idea what we're leaving this place with.. Or if we're leaving. Then again, it's hard to be throwin' ourselves against this cage wall of no answer bullshit."

There wasn't any answer. For any of it and while he felt better getting it off his chest and out from under his hat, there was still nothing to do but go at it one day at a time.

"But I'm glad I'm not alone," he ended, squeezing Tim's pinkie a little. "Where the hell are we goin, anyway?"