"No, no, nothing like that," Ganymede chuckles, shaking his head as he rolls with Raylan to settle down, chin perched on his lover's shoulder. "I just...want you to understand why it seems like I'm not worried about being shot." Partly, he'll admit, it's because he's truly not worried, but the reason for that is something concrete.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb gently over the faintest of creases between Raylan's brows, smoothing the skin as if it would soothe the concern as well. "It's very hard to seriously injure me. And that's not bravado speaking when I say that, it's...experience. I'm much older than I look."