[It was a simple and unimportant act, being sat next to, but Raylan suddenly couldn't remember the last time he had that wasn't in a car. There was something in that. His brow pinched a little as John started - he hadn't expected to be completely wrong but had no issue with it. He'd been wrong a lot and would likely be wrong again at some point.

This wasn't the job. This was.. Something Else.

He watched his hands as he listened, unable to stop himself from imagining the way it might have gone.] More answer than we've got anywhere else. I keep thinkin' about that group picture that's in every out. Every one. Even the old ones. Different people, same place. That place.. That will hold somethin'...

You see what happen at the library? [His gaze came back sidelong with it. He knew, had just heard in fact, that there was a price to getting information, but John was clearly willing to pay it, right?]