The past few days had been uncertain. Raylan was back to not knowing where he was going to be laying his head and once he'd chosen this house as a backup, stocking up seemed practical. Prepping for the worst was what he was good at. Raylan hummed in short approval, face curling under a small, self satisfied smile at the talk of liberation and bedroom drinking.

Far better that they be mopey and whatever else they get up to upstairs than sitting down here like sad lumps on a log.

"Oh well, with an invitation like that," he chuckled as he pushed to his feet and followed Doc. "I'd be foolish to say no." There were no room for worries upstairs when Doc was there; all worries were left at the bottom of the stairs as Raylan enjoyed the view of Doc's ass in those jeans.

"I think glasses are for dinners and niceties. We don't tend to carry many of those upstairs. Besides, we've swapped enough germs that we're safe enough. Anythin' else we can wash off later."