He leaned into Raylan's touch everywhere it lit on him, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

"I know. I was just... worried I'd be late or something would happen and you'd have to go..."

The hand moving over his shoulder did a lot to dispel lingering tension and his voice trailed off. He smiled at the question, his eyes opening, practically sparkling with morbid delight. "The killer is a necrophiliac trained in professional embalming. The victim was embalmed. He'd been dead for three days and he looked so lifelike sitting on his couch that JT thought the homeowner was intruding on the crime scene. But he was the crime scene!" he rambled. "And there's a major convention here in New York tomorrow for funeral directors so we're going to go and see if we can figure out whose passion for making dead people look lifelike is a little too much."