He can't help but smile, warm and crooked at the way she tucks in. He needed this, the grounding weight of someone against him, and takes and lets a deep breath at her question, sliding his free hand into hers and lacing their fingers together. Holding hands was always a kind of simple nice that Raylan secretly really enjoyed.
"Forgettin's easier because I don't even know where to start. Can't change more than I'm already doin', so much left out to the dice or the cards or whatever equally clique thing we've been watchin' for hundreds of years," he says, tone lifting almost playfully with his observation. When he didn't know exactly what to do, there was a default he fell to.
"But she hasn't exploded, she doesn't hate me and she's stayin' in my cabin for now. It's somethin' else to learn about yourself 15 years before you make a decision. Least I know Winona and I kept her secure. I haven't figured out the point where it tips into sheltered or not."
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"Forgettin's easier because I don't even know where to start. Can't change more than I'm already doin', so much left out to the dice or the cards or whatever equally clique thing we've been watchin' for hundreds of years," he says, tone lifting almost playfully with his observation. When he didn't know exactly what to do, there was a default he fell to.
"But she hasn't exploded, she doesn't hate me and she's stayin' in my cabin for now. It's somethin' else to learn about yourself 15 years before you make a decision. Least I know Winona and I kept her secure. I haven't figured out the point where it tips into sheltered or not."