"I am not 'out of' anymore," he points out softly. "You shot, and you ran, some people got hurt, and I am left with the mess." Deja vu, really. Story of Doc Holliday's life every time he gets entangled in Marshal business.

"I can assure you things are not yet settled." Henry isn't sure if he can get a straight answer out of Raylan. Raylan probably can't get a straight answer out of Raylan. If there were any straight answers this wouldn't be such a complicated mess.

"Funny thing about being immortal. I have a lot of time." Time to stand in each other's personal space in the kitchen to listen to long stories. Nevermind that, in this very moment, the immortality is gone and the clock is ticking for him same as it ticks for everyone else.

All it would take is a lean and they would be touching in many more places than a gun-toting hand on a gunless hip. Raylan and Henry are not actually in the picture. Even though, in this very moment, they are the only things in the picture.

"Talk to me."