Arlo. A daddy known for ducking the law. That answered that unasked question.
A twist of shame made Neal look away. He'd never known James Bennett to resent him. He'd only ever wanted to be like him, the version of him that Neal's mother lied to him about. These people kept having echoes of his own story, and it made him want to tell them more than he should. The more they knew, the less likely they would be to trust him, and the more ammunition they would have to hurt him. It was just the way these things worked. If Raylan knew he'd wanted to be a cop, of all things. That his father had been a crooked one.
Malcolm knowing about his dad was one person too many already.
"I...." He puts on a smile, one of his best. "I started hustling pool when I was nine, so I guess you could say I was on the wrong track from the beginning."
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A twist of shame made Neal look away. He'd never known James Bennett to resent him. He'd only ever wanted to be like him, the version of him that Neal's mother lied to him about. These people kept having echoes of his own story, and it made him want to tell them more than he should. The more they knew, the less likely they would be to trust him, and the more ammunition they would have to hurt him. It was just the way these things worked. If Raylan knew he'd wanted to be a cop, of all things. That his father had been a crooked one.
Malcolm knowing about his dad was one person too many already.
"I...." He puts on a smile, one of his best. "I started hustling pool when I was nine, so I guess you could say I was on the wrong track from the beginning."