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It's good for my back, fuck you. [ It's said almost automatically--you think he hasn't gotten those comments before? Even if it isn't actually good for his back, he's going to did t anyway. Free speech includes the right to sit in whatever fucked up position you want. He shifts so he's lying down entirely on his side like it's a bed as a quiet fuck you to even being asked that question. ]

But yeah, I'm saying that. Can I like, actually ask you something? For real?

[ He hasn't actually looked at Raylan, just the ceiling, but his gaze does finally slide over, lips slightly parted, looking at him expectantly. ]