Raylan couldn't help but try to finish the rest of that sentence in his head. Don't want Collins? Don't want to help Collins? He didn't let any of that change his face beyond a tightening of his eyes, the slight shift making his gaze more focused, a subtle eagerness to hear what would follow. He could still see the war in the man and had been doing his level best so far, so any shift that wasn't towards ultra-violence that had just left his neck was a win. The eagerness in his eyes turned to self-steeling, a readiment, a reason to let loose the internal monster he hauls around called his temper as Collins thinks over squeezing. He didn't want this to go south but he was running out of angles and he expected to be further along in this than he was.
Best laid plans and all.
Collins hasn't said anything yet but the tension made Raylan think he would, give him enough room and space to do it. Not going and saying something stupid that turns this. And then he watches Collins deflate into that stoicism and the very thing that Raylan warned him about at the start. He wasn't going to say 'I told you so'.
But the ropes coming free, Raylan's brow twitched towards a furrow, not quite making it for fear of giving Collins some reason to change his mind. He waits until they're all loose, helping pull them off as he stands up and steps away, rubbing his wrists and watching Collins carefully. He needed the space, the control over self, needed to not be on the edge of getting murdered, but he'd let Collins keep the weapons, the hat, the control over that and that side of the room. Compensation. Compromise in it's own type of respect.
"I'll be honest with you Collins - I want to be alive more than I want to help you." But that's just nature. You put a man on the edge of death, most will chose their own survival from it. "But I meant what I said. I'm not a stranger to men in your position. Nomads from the past finding themselves in the modern time. I don't want you to fail here. For your sake and mine." He points at the small fridge and cabinet across to his left.
"I'm gonna get a drink. If you wanna.. check anythin' first." See? He could be reasonable and talked to. But he was still an alcoholic.
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Best laid plans and all.
Collins hasn't said anything yet but the tension made Raylan think he would, give him enough room and space to do it. Not going and saying something stupid that turns this. And then he watches Collins deflate into that stoicism and the very thing that Raylan warned him about at the start. He wasn't going to say 'I told you so'.
But the ropes coming free, Raylan's brow twitched towards a furrow, not quite making it for fear of giving Collins some reason to change his mind. He waits until they're all loose, helping pull them off as he stands up and steps away, rubbing his wrists and watching Collins carefully. He needed the space, the control over self, needed to not be on the edge of getting murdered, but he'd let Collins keep the weapons, the hat, the control over that and that side of the room. Compensation. Compromise in it's own type of respect.
"I'll be honest with you Collins - I want to be alive more than I want to help you." But that's just nature. You put a man on the edge of death, most will chose their own survival from it. "But I meant what I said. I'm not a stranger to men in your position. Nomads from the past finding themselves in the modern time. I don't want you to fail here. For your sake and mine." He points at the small fridge and cabinet across to his left.
"I'm gonna get a drink. If you wanna.. check anythin' first." See? He could be reasonable and talked to. But he was still an alcoholic.