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"I hope so," Raylan said as he pulled off his plaid overshirt, leaving him in his jeans, boots and undershirt. His gun stayed on his hip because, well, Raylan wasn't thinking the best and frankly, with a killer having just gone after the Whitly family, he felt better with it at his side.

"Next time I come up, I'll leave my bag here, toothbrush, clothes and all. Maybe my spare hat. It's not gonna get shot up or stolen in here." Ambling over to the bed, he sat down and pulled off his boots and socks with a dad!groan and a sigh of relief when his feet were bare. "My breath is gonna peel the paint off your walls in the morning," he threatened playfully, only not flopping back onto the bed because he knew he'd have to move again in a few seconds. Once he laid down, that was gonna be it for him.