"Whatever you're not having." Doc seems content to make do with everyone's leftovers around here, and it's no different when it comes to food. He will try to be helpful at least, offering up a choice if that was too vague. "But egg's fine."

He's not really sure if they ought to be done with the conversation they weren't having about Raylan's assortment of lovers. The people who had gotten hurt deserve a little more than this blasé half-sober attempt that Raylan is putting forward. But he doesn't feel like Raylan wants or actually needs to hear it. Nobody else needs to kick a man while he's already down and beating himself up over his frustrations.

It ain't even any of his business, truth be told. Maybe he can get away with just hanging around and making sure Raylan don't drink himself to death tonight. Help himself to some of that 'shine to ease the load. They're too comfortable with each other's silences for Doc to just not say anything and expect that Raylan will rush in to fill that void. But he expects that one or two things might slip out during or after dinner.

Egg sandwiches and leftover soup. He really knows how to woo a cowboy.