Raylan knew that talking about Malcolm, talking about what it was with Malcolm was not something easily done, for either of them. He wasn't used to baring that much of himself, leaving it free to be commented on, to be seen by everyone else and jesus did he feel Seen. Too much, sometimes. Like he was laid out on some rack for anyone with eyes to pass and pass judgement on him.

Better to change the subject for now. Except that in such a small town, it was hard to get away from anyone, even in conversation.

"It's not pedestrian," he started, hand squeezing gently. "Nothin' about either of those were that." Callisto's was terrifying, Neal's was.. disappointing is the word that Raylan would go with, personally. "Neal could have at least made a different choice but.. I suppose we all have those moments." He took another deep breath before continuing.

"And how'd that go? Was there a lot of baring of teeth?"