A hand carded through his hair as he straightened, elbows settling on his knees once the motion was done and presenting a broad set of shoulders that Doc decided to keep metaphorically swinging at.

Raylan took it silently, remaining deathly still and when Henry was done, he nodded faintly, jaw tight. Yeah, he was a fool, for many a different reason. Thinking that he would have anyone to understand his wheres and whys, even fractionally in this department, was foolish.

"So that's what you think about me. Well, at least now I know," he stated with a soft, flat tone as he stood up and went to go find his pants. "I'm bendin' over backwards to make sure they're stable and okay. They put themselves on crosses because 'Raylan could never' and then when I do, I'm the asshole, huh?" He nodded again. There was never any room for him or how he felt. Just what he could do for other people. What they could get off and out of him. He'd had a few nice moments where that hadn't seemed to be the case, he'd hold onto those sweet daydreams.

"Fine."