"You know I do," Ganymede chuckled, taking the time for interruption and shaking his head gently. "Dig into me all you want, Raylan. And once you've done that, we can talk about the rest of what happened today." Like the fact that his friend-sometime-lover shot two people and is human, and emotions will result. Emotions Raylan historically does not deal well with. Ganymede, however, is, and he has all the patience in the world for it.

He reached over and brushed his fingertips over Raylan's wrist, trailing up his forearm affectionately and intending it to support his friend with no pressure exerted. He knew the impulse to bottle everything up, he'd done it before himself and it never really ended well. "You know I'll be fine--got all my shots and everything, and it doesn't hurt that much." The bullet graze hurt, there was no erasing that just yet, but it was hardly debilitating.

Not that he wouldn't tease about it being agonizing and rendering him helpless if it made Raylan laugh.

"I hope I at least get a kiss out of it after the lecture."