Raylan looked at Malcolm and nodded a little, brow furrowing. "How'd you find Neal this morning?"
The mention of Neal and the man himself talking drew Raylan's eyes over to those blues, half hoping to find the answer there. He knows. Everything we talked about. Raylan opened his mouth, head tilting back a little and closed it again, nodding.
He took a deep breath. "Give me a day or two to get my shit in order, and if he's not home, I'll hunt him down, see if I can't talk him into comin' back. I'll talk to Doc too. Get everyone on.. Somethin' of a similar page."
The same thing he'd been trying to do with Tim and Malcolm, which had turned out terribly. Maybe Neal and Malcolm were wrong to look at him like he could fix something. Maybe they were putting their hopes in someone that had lost their touch along the way. He hoped not.
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The mention of Neal and the man himself talking drew Raylan's eyes over to those blues, half hoping to find the answer there. He knows. Everything we talked about. Raylan opened his mouth, head tilting back a little and closed it again, nodding.
He took a deep breath. "Give me a day or two to get my shit in order, and if he's not home, I'll hunt him down, see if I can't talk him into comin' back. I'll talk to Doc too. Get everyone on.. Somethin' of a similar page."
The same thing he'd been trying to do with Tim and Malcolm, which had turned out terribly. Maybe Neal and Malcolm were wrong to look at him like he could fix something. Maybe they were putting their hopes in someone that had lost their touch along the way. He hoped not.