He's passively glad for the arm around him, the moonshine hitting even harder now that he's starting to calm down. Or lose steam, at least. He keeps his eyes on his feet, focuses on staying steady, and mostly manages.

"I punched Raylan when I found out," he says, tongue heavy in his mouth as the alcohol catches up to him. "He told me he'd only slept with Tim twice. And that it wouldn't happen again until after he told Malcolm. As though that makes him less of a--"

Whore. Neal can't quite make himself say it. His voice starts to rise again.

"And he was upset with me, before that, upset with me for breaking into the house of somebody I cared about, betraying them, he was upset with me for lying!"