Keeping things bottled up was a skill of Raylan's he'd been perfecting all his life.
"There is, but it ain't in the badge. It's in the respect for life and the law. Plenty of Federals with a badge that ain't got business carryin' one, except for the power of the US Government getting in the way." Still those people eventually fucked up and were caught, booted out in disgrace. Authority was a tricky line to walk sometimes, even for the best of them.
"That's your fault for takin' up first aid and expandin' 'Doc' out to general care instead of stayin' in Dentistry. Still, quiet a job change. Quite a job start, considerin' the times." And he'd be interested to know more if-
Damnit Doc, Raylan couldn't help but think as the conversation was turned right back to where it was before. He'd bared plenty of what made him but the question asked was a focused one into what he was, verses where he came from. He looked down into his glass and the fraction of tension in his jaw were the only indications that he gave that they were getting close to nerves, but questions asked needed to be answered, lest they pop up again and again and again..
.. but it wouldn't be so bad to crack the lid on his proverbial bottle, let out a few wild tendrils of steam before capping it back up and tucking it into the back of his head again.
"I'm 43 years old, Doc, I'm grown. Already turned out like I'm gonna turn out. Only thing I share with Arlo is a name and a temper." That was completely untrue - Raylan was very much like his father; Charming, witty, stubborn and sharp minded in an undercutting and unexpected way with a temper to match. The only difference was how they led their lives. How they saw it work, functionally, practically for the people in the low valley. "Winona told me, when I came back to Kentucky that I was the angriest man she'd ever seen. Not on the surface maybe but still. I suppose I see her point, now and then."
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"There is, but it ain't in the badge. It's in the respect for life and the law. Plenty of Federals with a badge that ain't got business carryin' one, except for the power of the US Government getting in the way." Still those people eventually fucked up and were caught, booted out in disgrace. Authority was a tricky line to walk sometimes, even for the best of them.
"That's your fault for takin' up first aid and expandin' 'Doc' out to general care instead of stayin' in Dentistry. Still, quiet a job change. Quite a job start, considerin' the times." And he'd be interested to know more if-
Damnit Doc, Raylan couldn't help but think as the conversation was turned right back to where it was before. He'd bared plenty of what made him but the question asked was a focused one into what he was, verses where he came from. He looked down into his glass and the fraction of tension in his jaw were the only indications that he gave that they were getting close to nerves, but questions asked needed to be answered, lest they pop up again and again and again..
.. but it wouldn't be so bad to crack the lid on his proverbial bottle, let out a few wild tendrils of steam before capping it back up and tucking it into the back of his head again.
"I'm 43 years old, Doc, I'm grown. Already turned out like I'm gonna turn out. Only thing I share with Arlo is a name and a temper." That was completely untrue - Raylan was very much like his father; Charming, witty, stubborn and sharp minded in an undercutting and unexpected way with a temper to match. The only difference was how they led their lives. How they saw it work, functionally, practically for the people in the low valley. "Winona told me, when I came back to Kentucky that I was the angriest man she'd ever seen. Not on the surface maybe but still. I suppose I see her point, now and then."