( well, that softens him up some. he doesn't like how bad he'd bristled at the request, more-so because he does genuinely like raylan. it's a holdover from bein' on the front lines an' despairin' at the concept of casual use of anything. )

Could be. Ain't no way of telling.

( how many times did he use up the last of his morphine on a fella who was busted but maybe could'a stood it, only to have someone else get it worse later? too fucking many. )

But we should have a shipment of meds comin' in next month, and a couple tabs ain't gonna make or break us.

( he glances to wade to see if they're of a mind with this, an' then, )

Where're you holed up?