It was a pattern that Raylan appreciated. It almost made him feel at home, like he could be sittin' on Arlo's front porch with Doc, shooting the shit til the stars were high in the sky. If asked, he'd be hard pressed to pin down why he and Doc were so comfortable with each other. Doc had a soothing way about him that seemed to compliment Raylan's own southern affability.
Raylan couldn't help but scoff a smirk at the opinion. "I wish more people agreed." No, he'd been hearing all his life about how he was always 'too' something. Too quiet, too loud, too angry, too soft. Too much of whatever the other person couldn't quite handle. It didn't matter what people thought of him, in the end, but that didn't mean he didn't take on the criticism and carry it around with him.
He shook his head. "No use apologizin' for the past. Nothin' to have been done about it, with all the people that saw it goin' on. Only one that did was my Aunt Helen. Used to know when Arlo was goin' full tilt and drive up in her beat up station wagon and I'd run out and climb on in. She'd take me back to her place, turn on the TV, made sure I got somethin' to eat." He shook his head again. "She's the one saved me from that place. Saved my life from the mines.. I wasn't always alone.."
He took a deep breath and shifted his hat on his head a little. "At any rate, I know where I come from. What my blood makes me capable of. My ending up a Marshal is half and half with my endin' up as an outlaw. Mighta always been that way, regardless of Arlo, I don't know."
He looked over. "You always want to be a dentist?"
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Raylan couldn't help but scoff a smirk at the opinion. "I wish more people agreed." No, he'd been hearing all his life about how he was always 'too' something. Too quiet, too loud, too angry, too soft. Too much of whatever the other person couldn't quite handle. It didn't matter what people thought of him, in the end, but that didn't mean he didn't take on the criticism and carry it around with him.
He shook his head. "No use apologizin' for the past. Nothin' to have been done about it, with all the people that saw it goin' on. Only one that did was my Aunt Helen. Used to know when Arlo was goin' full tilt and drive up in her beat up station wagon and I'd run out and climb on in. She'd take me back to her place, turn on the TV, made sure I got somethin' to eat." He shook his head again. "She's the one saved me from that place. Saved my life from the mines.. I wasn't always alone.."
He took a deep breath and shifted his hat on his head a little. "At any rate, I know where I come from. What my blood makes me capable of. My ending up a Marshal is half and half with my endin' up as an outlaw. Mighta always been that way, regardless of Arlo, I don't know."
He looked over. "You always want to be a dentist?"