"I suppose you think that adds to the charm." The way Doc says it, deadpan and bone dry, he doesn't seem to think so. But he might just quietly find the 'uselessness' a little endearing. And honestly, they both know that Doc wouldn't trust Raylan with half the things he does trust him to do if he really thought the Marshal was good for nothing.
He's not exactly lying in Henry's lap watching the stars or anything, but it feels nostalgic. Like the good old days, with a very different man exploiting his weakness for Marshals. Or, not very different, as the case may be. He rests a warm, heavy hand on the top of Raylan's head, brushing his thumb over the soft tufts of hair.
Nudging his thigh a little closer, he tries to get Raylan to lie a little more in his lap. He doesn't wish to think about endings, in the moment. And this is a nice moment. One worth remembering.
"If I called you the gayest man alive, would you try and get some sleep?" Doc ribs quietly, carding his fingers through Raylan's hair with a soft little 'hm'.
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He's not exactly lying in Henry's lap watching the stars or anything, but it feels nostalgic. Like the good old days, with a very different man exploiting his weakness for Marshals. Or, not very different, as the case may be. He rests a warm, heavy hand on the top of Raylan's head, brushing his thumb over the soft tufts of hair.
Nudging his thigh a little closer, he tries to get Raylan to lie a little more in his lap. He doesn't wish to think about endings, in the moment. And this is a nice moment. One worth remembering.
"If I called you the gayest man alive, would you try and get some sleep?" Doc ribs quietly, carding his fingers through Raylan's hair with a soft little 'hm'.