Raylan didn't struggle at all in seeing Ganymede as someone who could be violent, only that he hadn't seen it yet and there was always the question of where the Line was. And how bad it might be if someone crossed it. That was the real nugget of golden truth, for any man.
"Mine." Safer there. Ganymede could go to his apartment tomorrow if he felt comfortable doing so, but for at least 24 hours, Raylan wanted him somewhere secure. He had questions about was G had just said, 'unlikely I'd have died', but it was a conversation that could wait until they were behind closed doors and comfortable. With a whiskey and the bulk of the terrible day behind them.
It didn't take him long to get to his hotel room, the one he'd chosen to stay in for the past two years, and get them inside, locking the door behind them and taking off his gun to toss on the dresser with a sigh.
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"Mine." Safer there. Ganymede could go to his apartment tomorrow if he felt comfortable doing so, but for at least 24 hours, Raylan wanted him somewhere secure. He had questions about was G had just said, 'unlikely I'd have died', but it was a conversation that could wait until they were behind closed doors and comfortable. With a whiskey and the bulk of the terrible day behind them.
It didn't take him long to get to his hotel room, the one he'd chosen to stay in for the past two years, and get them inside, locking the door behind them and taking off his gun to toss on the dresser with a sigh.
"You want a drink?"