"I dunno, you always entertain me very well," he said casually, letting a break in the cloud over him happen, a brief, fleeting reprieve from the shit bouncing around in his head. "But I like the sound of your plan better than any kind of frat party. You'd like a good barbeque too," he guessed. The assumption that he'd be part of that half dozen or so people wasn't said but it was there. Doc wouldn't dare to have a hopping porch party without Raylan.
Brief as the idea was, it was nice before dipping back into the realistic horrors of Mathis and Raylan ducked his head again, thumb worrying at his ring as his jaw went back to it's subtle work as he nodded. "Yeah. Same thing that-" That killed him and Neal last time. "Lightin' storm to start it an' all. Just like the historically recorded one, you remember hearin' about that?"
Henry had been at the Town hall meeting where it'd been mentioned, but time moved so weirdly here, that felt like it was forever ago. The fact that Henry had buried extra shine made Raylan's hands and throat itch, the former clenching rhythmically before he was pushing to his feet and going to get that water. As much as he would hate to agree, Raylan needed to keep himself moving as much as he could but that idea was in open war with the more base primal needs like sleep and food.
It only took him a minute, anyway and when he returned, he had a glass of his own that was worked back and forth in his palms, left mostly untouched.
"Yeah.. Far as I know.. Negan and I saw it at the theater once. Malcolm found it in the tunnels. It means somethin', I just ain't figured out what.." But his eyes had settled with a glint of concern on Henry's face. Had he seen the same thing that Raylan and Jeff had? Raylan hadn't been given much of a space to relay his experience, everything went to hell too quickly but it sounded like it.
"I followed Jeff in the other day too.." He leaned forward. "Did you see what happened to them?" He knew better than to lead in questioning; he didn't want to turn Henry towards what he wanted to hear.
:< *how dare DW rob us*
Brief as the idea was, it was nice before dipping back into the realistic horrors of Mathis and Raylan ducked his head again, thumb worrying at his ring as his jaw went back to it's subtle work as he nodded. "Yeah. Same thing that-" That killed him and Neal last time. "Lightin' storm to start it an' all. Just like the historically recorded one, you remember hearin' about that?"
Henry had been at the Town hall meeting where it'd been mentioned, but time moved so weirdly here, that felt like it was forever ago. The fact that Henry had buried extra shine made Raylan's hands and throat itch, the former clenching rhythmically before he was pushing to his feet and going to get that water. As much as he would hate to agree, Raylan needed to keep himself moving as much as he could but that idea was in open war with the more base primal needs like sleep and food.
It only took him a minute, anyway and when he returned, he had a glass of his own that was worked back and forth in his palms, left mostly untouched.
"Yeah.. Far as I know.. Negan and I saw it at the theater once. Malcolm found it in the tunnels. It means somethin', I just ain't figured out what.." But his eyes had settled with a glint of concern on Henry's face. Had he seen the same thing that Raylan and Jeff had? Raylan hadn't been given much of a space to relay his experience, everything went to hell too quickly but it sounded like it.
"I followed Jeff in the other day too.." He leaned forward. "Did you see what happened to them?" He knew better than to lead in questioning; he didn't want to turn Henry towards what he wanted to hear.