[Raylan takes a deep breath and sighs it out his nose, nodding shallowly as he studies Roman's face, fully cognizant of the fact that Roman wasn't quite meeting his eye.
There were some easy concessions that could be made. Roman was going through a lot right now.]
Okay. [He wouldn't make Roman Promise. Not this time. This time, Roman was going to get the benefit of the doubt that he was, in fact, promising to not start shit.] And don't let him get within arm's reach again. Don't sit with your back towards a public door neither. Don't leave a drink out around him - if he's in the bar or somethin' get your drink to go. No chance for him to go all Jonestown on ya.
[ It's not quite like he's being given rules--it seems more like advice. Weird advice, probably useful advice, but Roman finally makes eye contact, more out of the absurdity of it all. Vaguely startled into having manners. ]
I really don't think he's the type of guy to go roofie. He's way too reactionary for a long-haul.
[ But he's not ruling the rest of the advice out, he's definitely going to steer clear of the speakeasy for a while. ]
And if you die, I'll kill you. [He took another deep breath.]
Now lets get your narrow ass to the infirmary so a real medical professional can take a look at that. I'll ask 'em for the good drugs too, put you on cloud 9 or somethin'.
[ Like Raylan hadn't been stitching him up. But Roman gets up, wincing as he does so, and tries his best not to look like he's secretly losing his shit. ]
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There were some easy concessions that could be made. Roman was going through a lot right now.]
Okay. [He wouldn't make Roman Promise. Not this time. This time, Roman was going to get the benefit of the doubt that he was, in fact, promising to not start shit.] And don't let him get within arm's reach again. Don't sit with your back towards a public door neither. Don't leave a drink out around him - if he's in the bar or somethin' get your drink to go. No chance for him to go all Jonestown on ya.
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I really don't think he's the type of guy to go roofie. He's way too reactionary for a long-haul.
[ But he's not ruling the rest of the advice out, he's definitely going to steer clear of the speakeasy for a while. ]
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And if you die, I'll kill you. [He took another deep breath.]
Now lets get your narrow ass to the infirmary so a real medical professional can take a look at that. I'll ask 'em for the good drugs too, put you on cloud 9 or somethin'.
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[ Like Raylan hadn't been stitching him up. But Roman gets up, wincing as he does so, and tries his best not to look like he's secretly losing his shit. ]
Alright. But no Misty. I fucking hate her.
[ And with that, he's out the door. ]