Abandoning the now half cleaned up shards, Raylan stepped around Neal and made his way into the living room with an inquisitive lift of his eyebrows, nodding at the suggestion.

"We can go for a walk," he nodded, eyes falling to Malcolm with the gesture before he looked over at Henry. "Let's get Neal on the couch first." Out of the puddle of blood he's laying in was what Raylan didn't say, for obvious reasons.

"I'll help you get him cleaned up properly when we come back."