The butterflies that filled his stomach at the answer threatened to buckle his knees.

He still wasn’t sure what it had meant... but it hadn’t been nothing. It hadn’t been a fleeting by-product of an emotional reaction like Neal’s impulsive and rescinded kiss.

But he had been a little relieved at that. He liked Neal a lot, but it wasn’t Neal he wanted to kiss.

“I... was thinking,” he said carefully, looking over at Raylan, watching his face to gauge his reaction, “of doing it again.”