It would be the same thing if Raylan fired and the ricocheted bullet killed someone. He would be sad, more mindful in the future, but that wasn't enough to drag someone away to the jail cell they didn't have or call out a parade of hate because an accident happened.

But the look on Dorian's face, the tone, the jest of a joke Raylan hadn't quite gotten yet had him reexamining the information. Realization dropping in three, two, one - Raylan hoisted his eyebrows before breaking out into an earnest laugh, chin ducking with the sound and bobbing to the side a little as amused hazel eyes boldly came back to meet Dorian's.

"I don't think we're ready to blow up this universe just yet, but you see him, tell me what he thinks of the idea. I'm fairly sure he'd make an incest joke." In all actuality, he had no idea how Jeff would take it, but what was a not!twin for other than to introduce embarrassing conversations.

Raylan jerked his head a little towards the kitchen and rolled himself by the hip off his lean to amble back that way. "Everything is regenerating right now, so Doc's been - he's the other cowboy that you'll find around - got a 'stache himself - been storing supplies around like a squirrel hoarding nuts. We only really need to worry about it when the eggs aren't the same number in the morning. But we got a decent selection. Bacon, some chicken, some deli meats, cheese, some grains like grits and flour, sugar, shit like that, but not too many of us cook on that level. Lotta eggs with bacon and fried chicken, if I'm honest but fried chicken's my favorite so that's just fine."

He could also put away an impressive plate of eggs.