Raylan started to open his mouth and then closed it, face pinching a little before he nodded, like he wasn't quite sure.

"Yeah, I'm-" He shook his head. "Fine."

He was a jumble of nerves and feeling and drunk and mess.

"Dinner?" he asked with a finger towards Malcolm's goods. "I uh.." He glanced over his shoulder, hands finding his pockets and forcing his elbows at an odd angle. "Forgot.. to look for goods here." Didn't clean the table either.

Raylan gestured towards the dining room with a 'um' before he headed that way, peeling off his shirt to hastily wipe the table and a chair clean. "You can set it down here."