Raylan could have. He could have stormed off and let Neal self destruct. He could have hooked his fingers into everything sitting in his chest, in his heart, in his head and shown his ass properly.

He could have.

But there was already enough loss of life here that every one mattered and enough loss of trust and civility that Raylan was tired of losing people. He couldn't do anything about John leaving, he couldn't do anything about Daisy or Ellie or Claire or.. Or Tim. Or Neal, if he wasn't allowed to.

But Neal had taken the first step. He was trying. He had joined them. Raylan didn't feel like he should say anything else, at the exact moment. Malcolm had a softer hand and one that Neal hadn't wanted to tear off less than twenty minutes ago.