It’s cheating, in Neal’s mind. Unequivocally. Having sex with multiple people without all parties aware—-it was dishonest, a betrayal, an affair. Cheating.

Somehow Raylan swinging back is a shock. As though the other man has any right to anger of his own. His punch connects, and Neal sees red. He throws himself at Raylan, punches right and controlled, a battery of blows practiced against bags, a hobby for fitness turned to vicious purpose.

Neal knows he has the advantage. Raylan is bigger than him, but he’s also injured. Raylan is injured. Neal should care.

He doesn’t.