The peace had been kept; Raylan was keeping it as much as Doc was. He was running his ass off, emotionally and otherwise, to twist himself into some configuration that would satisfy the situation enough for it to bee non-volatile.

Raylan huffed a breath of amusement that didn't reach his mouth or eyes or tone, but it was there, none the less. "Openin' my mouth at all has always caused trouble. Don't see what openin' it more will do beyond showin' people the best places to stab me."

No, it wasn't safe. Even when he'd opened up to the most trusted person he wasn't fucking in the house, he got his face beat for it. He didn't have it in him to include this, tonight, this emotional beating. Not yet, anyway.

Raylan looked back at the mention of Wyatt. The mention of Earp was never insignificant and especially not in the broader concept of what they had been talking about. Doubly so when his was the person mentioned after it.

"I ain't askin' anythin' of you either. I never have. But if we're not spinnin' our wheels, what are we doin' here, Henry? Can you give me a different answer than 'enjoyin' ourselves'?"

Raylan pushed off his leaning post and ambled halfway back.

"You say no secrets but you know as well as I there's shit we ain't saying. This ain't bordom. This ain't passing time. I am not just passin'-" His jaw shut again, against Henry's recent advisement.

What he had given, what he had taken in return had not been given or taken lightly. To suggest it was some arbitrary bullshit was insulting to him and his pride. Was insulting to the break in his walls that he'd allowed.

This was Doc's fault as much as it was Malcolm's as much as it was his own - these feelings.

"Just don't tell me that it is." Henry didn't have to say anything, but if he did, let it not be that.