You know, Doc can't remember ever having that birds and the bees talk. Not that he's only here to have sex with Raylan, but it's bound to come up at some stage when anything else about their relationship comes up. It wasn't as big of a thing in his day. Children were just smaller, weaker adults until they grew into a more useful size. Nobody had really tried to preserve what preposterous notions of innocence that John Henry would have had at three or four feet tall - certainly not like the way they're trying to with their girls.
He's not going to shirk responsibility from that, but hopefully they're a few years away yet. It's far too soon for either Raylan or Doc to be issuing thinly-veiled death threats at uncouth little boys trying to take their girls out until it's inappropriately late in the evening.
"I think it's a better world for them. They will have more opportunities." There was only so much Alice could have gotten out of life had she been born in the Frontier. What nostalgia Doc or anyone else might have about the 'good old days' is just seeing that old world through rose-tinted lenses. Life was hard, and perilous, and indiscriminately merciless. He would gladly trade some of that old world charm for what they can give their girls today. Hopefully a good and fulfilling, long life they can enjoy with whomever they see fit.
"If I recall correctly, you were trying to drink us dry last night. I thought I should drive, give you a couple more hours of rest." They're probably drinking less than when they're with the ladies, which is saying something, but while they don't make a habit out of commenting on each other's excesses - some things are still a man's private business to deal with - the occasional little flareup of concern does bleed through from carrying passed out cowboys into bed and tucking them in and extra servings of eggs and coffee in the morning into words from time to time.
"I promise to go no faster than the number in the circular road sign," Doc adds dryly. Look, he taught himself to drive. Nobody explained that the signage wasn't the slowest he's supposed to go. Although why you would harness the power of three hundred horses into a small little engine and then force it to go slow is beyond him.
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He's not going to shirk responsibility from that, but hopefully they're a few years away yet. It's far too soon for either Raylan or Doc to be issuing thinly-veiled death threats at uncouth little boys trying to take their girls out until it's inappropriately late in the evening.
"I think it's a better world for them. They will have more opportunities." There was only so much Alice could have gotten out of life had she been born in the Frontier. What nostalgia Doc or anyone else might have about the 'good old days' is just seeing that old world through rose-tinted lenses. Life was hard, and perilous, and indiscriminately merciless. He would gladly trade some of that old world charm for what they can give their girls today. Hopefully a good and fulfilling, long life they can enjoy with whomever they see fit.
"If I recall correctly, you were trying to drink us dry last night. I thought I should drive, give you a couple more hours of rest." They're probably drinking less than when they're with the ladies, which is saying something, but while they don't make a habit out of commenting on each other's excesses - some things are still a man's private business to deal with - the occasional little flareup of concern does bleed through from carrying passed out cowboys into bed and tucking them in and extra servings of eggs and coffee in the morning into words from time to time.
"I promise to go no faster than the number in the circular road sign," Doc adds dryly. Look, he taught himself to drive. Nobody explained that the signage wasn't the slowest he's supposed to go. Although why you would harness the power of three hundred horses into a small little engine and then force it to go slow is beyond him.