There was too much softly husked prayers for them to not be finding anything at all.
Having been through it too many times to consider anyone sold - pink slips were handed out and revoked as easily as pie crusts were made and broken, Raylan didn't question their being here. It was right, whatever label they gave it in hindsight. It was good.
Despite the seriousness of it, Raylan smirked, huffing a dismissive kind of breath before taking another hit from the butt of his cigarette and flicking it out the window. The air was too nice to close it up and Raylan left it as it was and ambled back over to his side of the bed to sit back down, running a hand through his hair. There was no set structure of words he wanted to hear, no words that he was actively looking for. Only ones that brought a sense he'd rather not suffer here in the soft and ragged sanctuary they'd built.
Don't take such an easy option off the table, Doc - this bronco is not that young anymore. When he was twenty, maybe. But at his age, sleep and comfort were too rare for him to say no to and besides, he'd been married. Stuffing something down and sleeping on it was a well practiced skill at this point.
Raylan looked over his shoulder but not at Henry, rather at a spot in the middle of the bed for a long moment before laying back, inviting himself to lay back onto Henry's hip.
"Even if I am useless?" He smirked, a way to show that he wasn't jabbing, no matter how the words had cut anyway. "Maybe we'll get lucky. Maybe we'll get to keep the memory of each other if we can't get nothin' else. All good things come to an end at some point. I'll deal with the cards dealt once they are and be grateful they aren't worse."
He could go on and on but he doubted either of them would take the listing of Doc's good qualities very well. They were already sappy enough.
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Having been through it too many times to consider anyone sold - pink slips were handed out and revoked as easily as pie crusts were made and broken, Raylan didn't question their being here. It was right, whatever label they gave it in hindsight. It was good.
Despite the seriousness of it, Raylan smirked, huffing a dismissive kind of breath before taking another hit from the butt of his cigarette and flicking it out the window. The air was too nice to close it up and Raylan left it as it was and ambled back over to his side of the bed to sit back down, running a hand through his hair. There was no set structure of words he wanted to hear, no words that he was actively looking for. Only ones that brought a sense he'd rather not suffer here in the soft and ragged sanctuary they'd built.
Don't take such an easy option off the table, Doc - this bronco is not that young anymore. When he was twenty, maybe. But at his age, sleep and comfort were too rare for him to say no to and besides, he'd been married. Stuffing something down and sleeping on it was a well practiced skill at this point.
Raylan looked over his shoulder but not at Henry, rather at a spot in the middle of the bed for a long moment before laying back, inviting himself to lay back onto Henry's hip.
"Even if I am useless?" He smirked, a way to show that he wasn't jabbing, no matter how the words had cut anyway. "Maybe we'll get lucky. Maybe we'll get to keep the memory of each other if we can't get nothin' else. All good things come to an end at some point. I'll deal with the cards dealt once they are and be grateful they aren't worse."
He could go on and on but he doubted either of them would take the listing of Doc's good qualities very well. They were already sappy enough.
"I still don't regret any of my choices here."