A story wasn't what he'd expected in an answer but he didn't interrupt and listened, eyes glancing over to Neal as he kept going. He wasn't sure where it was all leading, but he didn't think it'd be a reprimand. Neal didn't seem the type, though that didn't mean he wasn't capable of it. Weren't they all.

His brow furrowed a little as the final thrust was set up and the little lean forward that Neal did to catch his gaze worked, luring Raylan's head up a few inches for both their comfort. Hazel eyes darted back and forth between Neal's too blue eyes before Raylan dropped them back into his lap with a little nod and a lift of his smile that fell immediately with an equally faint pinch of his brow.

"I should have you talk to my ex-wife," he managed, voice a little tight and strange for the feelings boiling in his chest. Yes, he knew what he did was necessary and good, but knowing it and having people recognize it was.. different. Them recognizing what it laid on him and what it meant for him to carry on. But maybe he was being selfish. That was likely more probable.

"Maybe she wouldn't have left again. Not that I can blame her. Job that brings mob gunmen in that might threaten the house, the baby.. makes sense. Be glad the rest of the wide world ain't here too, otherwise it might be a lot noisier.."

He couldn't say 'thank you'. But he appreciated it nonetheless.