Raylan started moving back towards 1306, ducking only long enough to pick up his hat out of habit, legs restlessly tingling until he burst into a run. He had to get back to the house, he had to get away from here, he had-
"Raylan!" Neal.
The slow of his legs that came with the call back broke into a harder run, the Marshal suddenly feeling like he could take a race on with a steam train, heart clawing its way up his throat. He was smart enough to save his breath, not bothering to yell back. The kick up of snow and the sound of him charging should be enough. Within a few seconds of Neal coming into view, the same thing that caused him to fall happens again - boots sliding across the snow and sending the Marshal face first into the ground, hat rolling off to the side.
"Goddamnit," he swore out of gritted teeth into the unforgiving snow. No ABC's to be found here today, it seemed. But it wasn't going to stop him and after only a second he was pushing himself back up and looking at where he'd seen Neal, half expecting him to be gone. Breathing out a heavy sigh at the sight of the New Yorker coming towards him, he snapped up his hat and jogged at a more reasonable pace.
"Neal," he greeted breathlessly, shamelessly grabbing and pulling him closer to look him over. It was two seconds away from a hug, to be perfectly honest, but Raylan was too worried about the state of Neal than validating his lack of mirage-ness. "Jesus Christ, are you okay? I'm sorry, I thought you guys were right behind me and then y'all were screamin' and I couldn't-" Stop the thing or turn around or even pretend like he'd helped them and not run like a chicken shit. He swallowed the rest of his seemingly pathetic explanation down and waited to be mocked for it all.
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"Raylan!" Neal.
The slow of his legs that came with the call back broke into a harder run, the Marshal suddenly feeling like he could take a race on with a steam train, heart clawing its way up his throat. He was smart enough to save his breath, not bothering to yell back. The kick up of snow and the sound of him charging should be enough. Within a few seconds of Neal coming into view, the same thing that caused him to fall happens again - boots sliding across the snow and sending the Marshal face first into the ground, hat rolling off to the side.
"Goddamnit," he swore out of gritted teeth into the unforgiving snow. No ABC's to be found here today, it seemed. But it wasn't going to stop him and after only a second he was pushing himself back up and looking at where he'd seen Neal, half expecting him to be gone. Breathing out a heavy sigh at the sight of the New Yorker coming towards him, he snapped up his hat and jogged at a more reasonable pace.
"Neal," he greeted breathlessly, shamelessly grabbing and pulling him closer to look him over. It was two seconds away from a hug, to be perfectly honest, but Raylan was too worried about the state of Neal than validating his lack of mirage-ness. "Jesus Christ, are you okay? I'm sorry, I thought you guys were right behind me and then y'all were screamin' and I couldn't-" Stop the thing or turn around or even pretend like he'd helped them and not run like a chicken shit. He swallowed the rest of his seemingly pathetic explanation down and waited to be mocked for it all.