[Raylan blinks sharply, somehow surprised by the tap despite letting it happen and frowns softly as he takes the bottle and, as expected, takes a swig. He hisses quietly through his teeth and considers the bottle.]

Not to people I trust. [Lie. It was all compartmentalization. A hat on a hat, an ever changing mask that opened and closed different doors based on what he thought he could survive.]

Knowin' a person, really knowin' 'em is a privilege. And, not to put to fine a point on my own existence, how I am is how I survive. Ain't it that way for everyone? For you? To keep the tender parts of yourself back? To protect yourself?