[Raylan scoffed an amused sound at the dark reply, accepting the scotch with an impressed and pleased lift of his eyebrows as he studied the label.]

Just Boyd and he's far from interestin'. That's probably why he blows shit up.

[As much as Raylan wanted to break into the scotch, 7 am was not the right time. Too early, even for him, so it was set on a shelf on the far wall against the bathroom door before he walked back.]

I'm not even gonna ask how long you've been awake. How's your shoulder?