[ You know what, that actually does make him feel better, which is a nice feeling. Raylan's shoulders round out a little from the way they'd been squared up tight, and he grins, blowing out a gust of air through his nose that's all he can manage for laughs right now. ] Think that puts me and you in the minority here, buddy. Even if you got your regularly-scheduled disasters for experience.

[ Raylan picks up his coffee. Sips. Glances over at the door, expecting Arlo to come shambling in, feeling like a kid all over again on high alert for his daddy to come home and ruin his day. No Arlo, just the quiet thrum of background noise, people talking. ] Tell me somethin'. Those disasters, are they the kinda shit you get used to, or the kinda shit that splashes you right in the face every time it hits the fan? [ Disgusting metaphor. He wrinkles his nose a little, apologetically. ]