"I wish it was," Neal says softly. He doesn't add for both our sakes. He doesn't like the fact that he saw what he did. He hasn't liked any of it, of course, but with Doc in particular it feels like that kind of thing needs to be earned. Given the the permission of its owner. He feels like a voyeur in retrospect, looking through Doc's eyes.

"It... You and Wyatt Earp had a fight. He left." Neal manages to make the tone of the word left as final as it was.