He hums a note of acknowledgement at the exclamation, lips thin and jaw tighter than it was before. Damn is right and worse yet, that was his day to day in all its ugly glory. Blatant honesty hadn't ever been his strong suit; it felt like it stripped something off him and his soul, like he'd suffer for it later one way or another.

Raylan doesn't push or try to fill the silence, more comfortable with it that most people would be in light of everything that was just aired out. He simply waits - waits for Bigby to answer or brush off the question.

"That might get a little tirin', depending on how often you happen to look. Hell, I could see where not knowing is easier. There's always the next one until there's not. Keeps things open."

Until there is again, and that always comes.