That, at least, made Raylan crack something of a smile, even if it didn't hang around long. "Oh uhhuh. Because that's why you give a shit. Now who's pretendin'."
He covers all that with another sip of the whiskey before finally looking up, eyebrows lifting unevenly at the suggestion.
"If I did that, I'd go blind and have arthritis in my wrists. My practical options right now is gettin' drunk enough to not think straight and once I don't feel like my body is going to commit a revolution against me, it's.. runnin' and the battin' cages. Or just the hottest fuckin' bath that my body can withstand without gettin' burned." He studies Roman for a long moment.
"Now that we've gotten that shit outta the way, you wanna tell me about John?"
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He covers all that with another sip of the whiskey before finally looking up, eyebrows lifting unevenly at the suggestion.
"If I did that, I'd go blind and have arthritis in my wrists. My practical options right now is gettin' drunk enough to not think straight and once I don't feel like my body is going to commit a revolution against me, it's.. runnin' and the battin' cages. Or just the hottest fuckin' bath that my body can withstand without gettin' burned." He studies Roman for a long moment.
"Now that we've gotten that shit outta the way, you wanna tell me about John?"