"I know you do." Of course he did. He gave more of a damn about it than Raylan did. All Raylan needed was a bottle of Jim Beam and it was the only thing he ever stocked. If he stocked more, if he stocked better - he might have to look at if he's an alcoholic and no one wants to do that.

His hat is deposited on top of his gun and he doesn't hesitate in angling his stride over to stand in front of his lover. A hand comes up to cup his face.

"I'm glad you're okay," he says with a deep, serious sincerity. "I heard you'd gotten shot and all I saw was red."