Raylan didn't look over for a long second but he swallowed hard and set his cup down on the dusty coffee table in front of them, hands lacing between his knees as his fingers worked together.

"Don't be sorry that you were angry. It makes sense but.." He looked over at Neal, serious but with a soft and sad patience. "Are you sure about that last part? I don't want you to be sayin' this just because we're in the middle of.. whatever this is. I want it to be because your okay seein' my face moving around town, or around the house."

I gave you my safe space. I gave you my door.

"I want us to be able to share a meal or have a coffee." He continued, adding before Neal could say anything. "And that doesn't mean tonight. I think we.. could all use another night or two."