No one had wanted this for anyone. No one wanted to need to be checked on in the way they all had to here. No one wanted to be torn away from their existence, least not to be tended by the Hats. But Raylan knew it was a comfort. For them and the people they checked on. Here and at home.

There was so much that this place did that Raylan couldn't quite finish that sentence but the sentiment was understood. Sometimes Mathis made them question everything.

"I'll scream if I need a rescue. Promise. But first I'm gonna.. sit here for a minute. Rest my feet. Stare at these pictures. If I hear anythin' I'mma run up so please don't knock any lamps or somethin' over. Likely to plant my face on the landing in my scramble."

He wasn't going to stop Henry or force him to stay. Force him to spill any beans he wasn't comfortable spilling, and Raylan wouldn't begrudge him trying to offset how much of their hearts were tangled up in the conversation.

It was only once Henry was gone and Raylan had sat those few seconds, churning over an impossible series of what if's before he heaved a sigh and pushing himself to his feet. There had to be more to this house, more to that mirror, more to those pictures. Who's house was this? Someone important? It was clean, cleaner than everything else. It had to mean something.