[Raylan was greedy and felt slightly delirious from everything that had happened over the last 48 hours and his pain; the weight and solid confirmation of company, not to mention the warmth, was more welcome than he would ever want to admit out loud. He had survived the day, now he had to survive the night.

Just like he wouldn't admit that the pat on his chest felt good on a human type level that he didn't have the whiskey to think about. But his eyebrows lift at Zane's intimation. Was he suggesting what it sounded like he was suggesting?]

Y'all have all been through or currently are some weird shit, ain't ya. How'd you get around a bullet in the head? That's a trick I've never seen.