He could feel the eyes over his scars, something he'd had to get used to since the unfortunate enhancement of his face, but he knew better than to be bothered by it. The scars, like anything else that might be different about someone, had to be accepted and taken in stride. Otherwise, it opened doors for people to jab and twist their little petty knives. He wouldn't give the idea in his head any of the satisfaction.

It was more than surreal to see so much clear gear work and emotion moving across Jeff's face and it all just reinforced how little Raylan wanted to be that open. How terrifying that must be.

Raylan's eyes lifted, creased with amusement to match the soft faint curl of his lips as Jeff grasps onto his name like a crash victim trying to make sense of the world. Before he could say anything about it, Jeff was leaning in like they were sharing a deep secret.

'Parent Trap' cracked the smile into a grin and Raylan chuckled.

"Somehow I doubt that Arlo woulda let a twin outta the holler and this ain't no summer camp. You're at a bit of a disadvantage; that's my fault - I should apologize." Never mind that he didn't. "But instead, how's about we get you off the street and in front of a familar face, huh? Maybe even a drink, you and your nerves look like you could use it. Can't blame you. Thankfully, you're here at a time where our tub is full."

Though he fully expected moonshine to knock Jeff over - it wasn't that the man was... soft in a- okay it totally was. This was the weirdest shit ever. Why wouldn't Jeff be able to handle it like Raylan? How similar did their similarities go? So far it was mole for mole.