Raylan huffed a little breath, a sad pull of his smile at the way Klaus said that. "No, you can't." He didn't ask why. He knew why and Klaus was deeply good for it. Being able to say that, to stick to that in his state was a testament to Klaus and Malcolm's friendship.
The way Klaus drifted in and out of that sing-song voice, the lightness of it to protect him from how deep that feeling went was Raylan's guess and it broke his heart a little. More than a little as Klaus continued to derail himself and Raylan found himself shaking his head and starting with a soft-"Hey, hey hey," but Klaus was jerking himself away.
He suddenly had a very bad feeling.
"Klaus," he implored cautioningly, body tensing despite himself.
Whatever you're thinking about doin', don't.
Klaus scrambled and Raylan scrambled after it. Later, he would realize that his feet didn't slip once on the still traction bearing sneakers as he launched himself at the younger man, more concerned about pushing the back away or knocking the bottle out of his hands. The latter of which was the only possible outcome; Klaus was closer but Raylan was sober(ish - what's a few shots in Mathis) and he opted to try to get one of Klaus's wrists in each of his hands and either Raylan's legs around him or Raylan's weight on top of him.
Depending on how much fight the man had in him, it was bound to be one or the other but either way, the Marshal was saying the same thing.
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The way Klaus drifted in and out of that sing-song voice, the lightness of it to protect him from how deep that feeling went was Raylan's guess and it broke his heart a little. More than a little as Klaus continued to derail himself and Raylan found himself shaking his head and starting with a soft-"Hey, hey hey," but Klaus was jerking himself away.
He suddenly had a very bad feeling.
"Klaus," he implored cautioningly, body tensing despite himself.
Whatever you're thinking about doin', don't.
Klaus scrambled and Raylan scrambled after it. Later, he would realize that his feet didn't slip once on the still traction bearing sneakers as he launched himself at the younger man, more concerned about pushing the back away or knocking the bottle out of his hands. The latter of which was the only possible outcome; Klaus was closer but Raylan was sober(ish - what's a few shots in Mathis) and he opted to try to get one of Klaus's wrists in each of his hands and either Raylan's legs around him or Raylan's weight on top of him.
Depending on how much fight the man had in him, it was bound to be one or the other but either way, the Marshal was saying the same thing.
"Klaus, stop it!"