He didn't think that, point in fact. But he also didn't think he was useless; He had one thing he was good at. The Job. The Job that wasn't here. The guns that weren't here, the targets that weren't here. Maybe he was useless every once and a while, without those things, but if he was incompetent, it wouldn't be him standing next to Doc on the social hierarchy of people who kept the house together.
At the lift of Henry's leg, Raylan shifted up a little, shoulders more tucked against Henry's lean hip as he turned hazel eyes up to meet blue, softened by the hand on his head and the strokes that came with them.
No, this didn't need defining, not if he got to keep it as a consequence of it.
Raylan's face collapsed into a soft laugh at the ribbing question, face turning back to center at the ceiling for a half second as he got it out of his system before he was looking back up at that push-broom of a mustache.
"Well there's no need go to those extremes," he replied, voice still full of the laugh that was still eeping out of his chest. "I'm not gonna be dancing in any Pride parades or anything. Few more minutes of your fingers in my hair, I might fall asleep on your hip and then what?"
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At the lift of Henry's leg, Raylan shifted up a little, shoulders more tucked against Henry's lean hip as he turned hazel eyes up to meet blue, softened by the hand on his head and the strokes that came with them.
No, this didn't need defining, not if he got to keep it as a consequence of it.
Raylan's face collapsed into a soft laugh at the ribbing question, face turning back to center at the ceiling for a half second as he got it out of his system before he was looking back up at that push-broom of a mustache.
"Well there's no need go to those extremes," he replied, voice still full of the laugh that was still eeping out of his chest. "I'm not gonna be dancing in any Pride parades or anything. Few more minutes of your fingers in my hair, I might fall asleep on your hip and then what?"