Having woken up and stayed downstairs, Raylan had gotten coffee started and attempted to collect himself in the quiet that their staggered waking schedules provided. There was a lot to process now that he was back on familar ground, and he wasn't brave enough to go upstairs to see if anyone else was there.

What if they weren't? What if he and Doc and Malcolm were suddenly devoid of the people that were supposed to be there?

He might not have had a one on one with Neal yet, but Raylan still worried. So when he finally saw Neal that morning, Raylan didn't hesitate in calling his name and attention.

"Neal. You're here. You okay?"