He shook his head a little, fidgeting with the sandwich in his hand. "I don't hate Neal, Malcolm," he started, eyes lifting back up. "He didn't say anythin' to me that wasn't true and I've gotten into more brutal fights over less. He was trying to defend your honor. Defend what we can both agree on what you deserve."

Raylan could take his licks, but these, he'd earned. It was worth it. He wasn't sorry that he'd done what he'd done, only sorry that the fracture hurt of it spread so far.

"I know I got no right to ask but.. I don't want all of it redirected towards Tim. You got a right to be mad at him too but." Raylan would take it. Tim's portion of whatever he was allowed to.