It's jarring, almost, the sensation that washes through him. He's knotted and tense and the last thing he expects is to be wrapped up in what feels like the physical equivalent of a cat's purr. He curls up tighter for a moment, waiting for the comfort to turn to pain, but it doesn't. It doesn't.

Slowly, Neal starts to unwind, tears coming as tension breaks again. He's weeping without meaning to, almost silent. It's not the full-throated sobbing that it was when he found Raylan, but it hurts just as much.