Both of Doc's hands are on Raylan's hips faster than the Marshal can blink and he snaps Raylan back to the exact same spot he was standing on, an audaciously bold move denying him his drink and closing the distance between them at the same time so that Raylan has to squeeze out from where Henry is pressed right up against him, trip over the gunslinger's foot if he wants out.

It's a little forceful, yes, but not enough to bruise. Doc is trying not to let his frustration show. Grown ass men don't cave in to daydreams. And it should go without saying that it's a tad irresponsible to have Doc be the one to burst bubbles that Raylan needs to be bursting. Malcolm won't listen to Doc - he didn't listen the first time Doc tried to talk some sense into him - and likely neither would Tim.

"I ain't done with you 'til I say I'm done." Aggressive? Doc Holliday? Nonsense! The gentle old relic has a heart of gold. He would never.

"...I am sorry. You deserve better, too. You deserve to keep-... something, out of all this. But I-- you and I both know. What Mathias gave, she will take back from you. You won't get to keep any of this. I wish it were different. I would give you the world if I could, Raylan." His tone softens considerably, as does his grip on Raylan's hips.