“He hates me. That’s… actually a pretty common reaction to me, but… I’m sorry,” he says, looking at Raylan sidelong. “I never wanted to make things even harder for you. Annoying your friends. Stabbing our roommates.” He shakes his head and looks at the road ahead of them, taking a deep breath. “If Neal lives, I’ll look after him. Unless he doesn’t want me there.” Which would be understandable. “It’s my fault. It shouldn’t fall on everyone.”