Raylan's eyebrows lifted. Well. No beating about that bush. Good. Once spoons and their glasses were dropped off at the table, Raylan sat himself and picked up one of his sandwich halves.

"Not as close as you," Raylan answered, a glint of knowing in his eyes - he knew - "But dying and livin' with a man doesn't make me a stranger. I already know about Negan's memory-" The cold showmanship of it all was impossible to set fully away. "So you wanna give me the details of why you kicked him out? Worried that he's gonna do that to us or pissed that he turned out to be capable of that level of violence?"

He took a bite of his sandwich, but his eyes didn't leave Doc's face. A bit of Marshaling required attention.