"We have babies," Raylan retorted with a glance over his shoulder as he shuffled things around, possibly taking a little longer than necessary as he waited for the onslaught. Coward. Whore. Hypocrite. Greedy asshole He couldn't argue with any of it. He was. All of those things. Liar. Nothing he hadn't heard before. Nothing he couldn't weather. Hard to top Arlo, no matter how furious Neal got, he was nothing compared to the old man.

But Henry wasn't. It was the sound of the air in the room around him followed by the too few steps that the gunslinger had to take to cross the kitchen. Raylan turned half in question, finding himself gently pinned against the stove with those steely blues looking at him like he could see all the secrets that Raylan had tucked away. Even if he wanted to pull away, the rough fingerpads on his cheek held him in place as much as the gaze, as much as Doc's solid lines in front of him.

Hazel eyes followed Doc's hand down as his own was collected, flicking back up to study Doc's features for the opinion he knew was in there. He was looking for damnation. It was a little confusing he wasn't finding it.

So what if his off hand found it's place on Henry's hip.

It took him a few long seconds, in which he swallowed thickly. "It's a long story. One I was hopin' to keep you out of." But he couldn't control those outside forces or how much of him they spilled over Doc's boots while they were pouring out their hearts. "Thing're.. mostly settled."

It wasn't dishonest. But Raylan wasn't looking forward to spilling himself either.