Oh Raylan can see how much is going on inside Jeff. He didn't know the details but the waves of tension and relief translated all over the wrinkles of Jeff's face. God they really were an expressive feature, weren't they. Now that it had sat for a few minutes, Raylan was taking stock of what other people must see when they looked at him.
It was heart breaking but there were other teenagers here already, even if they were just on their way out of it, twenty wasn't any different than nineteen or eighteen, if he was being honest. Clearly that was something that would have to be broached gently. Good. That was good. He'd be disgusted beyond logical reason if someone with his face didn't give a shit about kids. He'd be happy to have more eyes on the young people that he was not nearly as good with.
A gentle smile curled on Raylan's lips, eyes closing for a half second as he nods and finally steps over the self-drawn line to reach out and drop a hand on Jeff's shoulder, though he watches it happen, just in case his hand sinks through his shoulder instead. It doesn't, thank fuck, and with a relieved breath, Raylan continues.
"Raylan Givens and I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you're gonna need to go shoppin' here. Get you a coat that you're not gonna freeze in." His hand drew back to point at Jeff directly. "Layer. Very important. Temps here get well below freezing. You'll need to find a house worth squattin' in too. My house can help get you some supplies to start, hold you over for a few days at least, til we can all find some more."
He ambled over towards the racks. "Boots and hat aside, seems like we might have the same general taste in clothin'. The only jean jacket I found is already mine so you'll have to do with somethin' else.." He pulled an extra large woman's puffer jacket out, fur edged hood and everything, holding it out for Jeff's inspection as he flicked through more of the rack like he hadn't just told the man he wasn't leaving.
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It was heart breaking but there were other teenagers here already, even if they were just on their way out of it, twenty wasn't any different than nineteen or eighteen, if he was being honest. Clearly that was something that would have to be broached gently. Good. That was good. He'd be disgusted beyond logical reason if someone with his face didn't give a shit about kids. He'd be happy to have more eyes on the young people that he was not nearly as good with.
A gentle smile curled on Raylan's lips, eyes closing for a half second as he nods and finally steps over the self-drawn line to reach out and drop a hand on Jeff's shoulder, though he watches it happen, just in case his hand sinks through his shoulder instead. It doesn't, thank fuck, and with a relieved breath, Raylan continues.
"Raylan Givens and I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you're gonna need to go shoppin' here. Get you a coat that you're not gonna freeze in." His hand drew back to point at Jeff directly. "Layer. Very important. Temps here get well below freezing. You'll need to find a house worth squattin' in too. My house can help get you some supplies to start, hold you over for a few days at least, til we can all find some more."
He ambled over towards the racks. "Boots and hat aside, seems like we might have the same general taste in clothin'. The only jean jacket I found is already mine so you'll have to do with somethin' else.." He pulled an extra large woman's puffer jacket out, fur edged hood and everything, holding it out for Jeff's inspection as he flicked through more of the rack like he hadn't just told the man he wasn't leaving.