"Mm." He sat back fully again, face unreadable beyond it's obvious focus on something and took another drink of his coffee. "He's used to this then. We'll talk to him. With you there, if you like." Raylan wasn't the one wronged or assaulted; Neal was. He deserved his own voice.

Hazel eyes took him in sidelong. "How do you feel about it all? Now that you seem to have healed. Now that you've talked to the guy whodunit."