Mmm.

[He couldn't argue with Gonou's points; they were all valid and rooted in a reality Raylan would really rather escape from right now. He's done this before, he knows he'll find a way to get out of the other side, but right now, he was in the shit.

But admitting he'd take any dream that wasn't this reality right now wasn't something he could do, regardless of how much whiskey he'd poured down his gullet.

Gonou's question made him laugh - a throaty deep sound that edges a little too close to a repressed sob and was promptly cut short.]

Yes darlin'. For many many many days, [he said with an air of theatrics over the 'many many.' Never mind that this was the first endearment, and one that Sober Raylan will be mortified by, to pass his lips to someone who wasn't Involved with him - he was well into that bottle right now.]

Which is why I'm tucked securely into my cabin where I can't fuck up anythin' else that I touch. It's like trial by fire but its whiskey and the burn doesn't make me go to the hospital.

Violent hugs. [ he added thoughtfully ]