Peter couldn't have been the only one handling him. "Then I'm not talkin' about him," Raylan replied with an affable evenness. It wasn't an accusation or an attack on Peter, just.. someone. Neal was just as damaged as the rest of them, though how deep it went would remain to be seen. That didn't happen without reason.

Raylan huffed a breath, opting to hide behind a sip of his coffee before he answered, teeth bared slightly as he swallowed down with the bite of shine. "Better than some of the things I've been called, that's for sure," he admitted with a curling lift of eyebrow that didn't quite come with eye contact.

"I'm guessin' you've got issues.. trustin' authority. Or.. Just people, people tend to be shit, generally speaking. My sayin' otherwise probably ain't gonna change your mind either but.. all we're lookin' for here is a way to survive.. And maybe not do it totally alone."