Tim just looks more smug the longer Raylan doesn't come up with a counter-argument for his stating the obvious, and he's grinning despite the mood in Raylan's eyes at his muttered comment on his ex-wife.
"Well, if it helps, no-one seems to get out of this place with all their secrets intact. So we are all, quite literally," he adds with a teasing wink, "in the same bloody boat. Makes it a bit easier to feel less self-conscious about it, in my opinion."
Raylan scoffs. "It ain't being self conscious. It's stupid bullshit everyone's heard a million times in one form or another and if it ain't a weapon, it's worse. Pity. I'll pass. People can tear that shit from my gut and complain to management later."
Well, so much for this drink lasting long. Raylan shot it down like it was water, barely bearing his teeth with the swallow.
"I appreciate you reachin' out and givin' me this headstart on Elias and his bullshit. Next time I see you in here, I'll buy you a drink in a proper thanks. Let me know if I need to try to.. I dunno, reign him in a little."
"Unfortunately there's no buying anything here, or I'd hold you to that," he sniggers, finishing off his own drink in one quick, unflinching swallow.
Then he slides the bottle over the table. "Consider this your initiation present. Welcome to wardening, let yourself really come to terms with everything, and do try not to get murdered. You can pick what we drink the next time."
He knows how much that must all be to think about. He'd only gone better with it at the time because he's completely given up and just assumed everything was evil, and had been proven right. So he'll give Raylan a flirty little wink as he stands, Bertha flapping neatly back onto his shoulder, and he'll take his leave.
If Tim hadn't left, Raylan was two shakes of lambs tail from getting his hat and leaving himself. But to avoid the rush to the door, Raylan would take the niceties, though he manages nothing more than a nod of acknowledgement and a faint, shallow pull of his lips that didn't reach his eyes.
The bottle was going to be needed and would be nursed back in his cabin where he could chew it all over without giving audience to the jaw calisthenics he would end up doing.
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"Well, if it helps, no-one seems to get out of this place with all their secrets intact. So we are all, quite literally," he adds with a teasing wink, "in the same bloody boat. Makes it a bit easier to feel less self-conscious about it, in my opinion."
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Well, so much for this drink lasting long. Raylan shot it down like it was water, barely bearing his teeth with the swallow.
"I appreciate you reachin' out and givin' me this headstart on Elias and his bullshit. Next time I see you in here, I'll buy you a drink in a proper thanks. Let me know if I need to try to.. I dunno, reign him in a little."
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Then he slides the bottle over the table. "Consider this your initiation present. Welcome to wardening, let yourself really come to terms with everything, and do try not to get murdered. You can pick what we drink the next time."
He knows how much that must all be to think about. He'd only gone better with it at the time because he's completely given up and just assumed everything was evil, and had been proven right. So he'll give Raylan a flirty little wink as he stands, Bertha flapping neatly back onto his shoulder, and he'll take his leave.
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The bottle was going to be needed and would be nursed back in his cabin where he could chew it all over without giving audience to the jaw calisthenics he would end up doing.