A long standing tradition shouldn't be ignored, not after all the rules they'd bent, social and mortal alike. Raylan was looking forwards to it; to sort the riffraff out from those budding young souls that might be worth taking the chance on letting them have a little room to move. He was also very glad that that was many many years away. Raylan wasn't done enjoying this young, innocent phase, when they were too busy getting dirty and learning what not to touch and where not to go.

"Mmhmm." He'd just ignore Henry just talking about him drinking the place dry. It was true that Henry hadn't ever had to help Raylan out of a drunk spot, but that was because Raylan was a full grown man who knew how to handle his liquor, as they both did.

Washtowel tossed to the side, Raylan leaned on the counter, one hand propping on his hip as he bobbed his head in agreement. "Sounds good. And I only play that song to distract them from leavin' here. We only play it a couple of times." The things he did for their children. The things they both did for them.

"When do you plan on leavin'?" If Henry was planning on sprinting out right now, he wanted a kiss, goddamnit.

There was no shame in that now, in wanting to show his affection, his care in such a way. There was no one here to judge them or chastise them or tell them that men didn't kiss men goodbye, even if that's what they did with the ladies.