That's hardly fair - Wyatt was Docs friend and (assumed) lover. Arlo was an abusive asshole Father. Raylan had no choices in that, Henry had all of them.

Raylan gave him another oh please scoffing look at that sharp assertion and picked up his glass for a swallow. The boys were not eight years old; they were full grown men and that kind of suggestion undercut them more than Raylan. Not a great look, no matter how Henry felt about it. But he wasn't saying no or pushing his case and Raylan didn't think he'd leave without some kind of dust up. So he'd take it, thank you very much. A win given, no matter why, was still a win and Raylan rarely felt badly about that.

"Then I will. He'll come back, you won't murder him with your butter knife right off the back, the boys can work on the edges and I'll turn him towards anyone we happen to want to have a bad day. You might hate him for what he's capable of usin' but here, we can't afford to let those kinds of assets be turned against us. If you want a more pragmatic view."

But mess or not, Doc wasn't going to have to clean it alone. Raylan wasn't going anywhere.