"And I'll not have you go down that path if I can help it," Doc insists. And he can most definitely help it. He is not above slapping that pointing hand away to make a point either if it's necessary. To his consternation, the 21st century turned out like nothing he'd imagined it would. Just because he is not unwilling to adapt to the new world doesn't mean he has to like it or be less of a gentleman just so he can fit in with the other cave animals. Raylan don't have to stoop so low neither.

Before he sits, he pours a tall glass out for Raylan when he returns and contemplates fleetingly to drink from the bottle before doing the civilised thing and pouring himself a glass.

Fortunately, Negan never got in the back door so there's no need to be extending invitations that-a-way.

"Don't say that," Doc chides as he swallows and lowers his glass, placing it silently back onto the table. "It has mattered. You mattered."