Raylan had to ignore the twist of self-loathing and shame that came with that suggestion, that people outside of who Raylan would choose to inform would know, but he violently shoved that knee-jerk reaction into a box and kicked it down his stairs.

Grinning at the way that sounded, Raylan lifted his eyebrows with a faint nod. "Who says you even need the one? Darlin', even if you had to be strapped down to the bed, I'd hold you if you wanted me to."

Raylan was serious. He did mean it. He just refused to make a decision that would hurt them all now when they didn't know what was waiting for them at home. Yes, it was him putting his head into the sand, but there was enough hard decisions and hard things here already. He needed good things to balance out all the hell and his own flaws and head. Ruining that wasn't something he could do easy.

"I'm sure it'd be tolerable once we're in a place that has the meds you need."