Raylan shifts, moving up onto his elbow as he processes that, as he stares into his lovers face trying to see those years somewhere. They weren't hidden away in any lines, weren't peaking out with any greys, didn't reflect in anything other than the wisdom that time left in a pair of eyes.

"I-" He knew it was stupid to say but he wasn't always as sharp as he was behind a barrel. "I don't understand, how's that possible?"