Flint shakes his head and waves a hand this time. "Frankly, I think this might've been a long time coming for both of us."

He drinks his whiskey as the rum mixes in his blood and he feels all of it starting to rush to his head, putting him in a nice comfortable buzz. He studies the other some more, mulling over what he's about to offer. He's not sure if it's just the alcohol bringing out more warmth and compassion, or maybe parts of himself leftover from the Alternate version that cares about Raylan, it's hard to tell so fresh from the breach with rum in his belly. But he supposes in the end it doesn't matter. No one outside this room would know or needed to know any of it. And maybe there's something to this companionship they both desperately needed.

"I could stay." He offers. "I don't think you should be alone, especially with you still healing." Sure he'd got up and wandered around just fine but he should be resting and Flint could help. It was a good excuse to stay if Raylan didn't want to be alone.