"I still wanna see it, so since you came over any way, that's what my raincheck is for." He meant it too. He wanted to see the way Neal lived. Raylan leans into the embrace, watching the wine pour and humming a note of acknowledgement as the smile slowly slips off his face.

"It wasn't pretty. I told him to kiss my ass and hung up on him after he said some shit. Then he showed up here a half hour later. I think we're pretty much okay, big picture an' all but-" He lets out a breath as he takes one of the glasses. "I got whiplash and a burnin' desire to trash an empty cabin..." But the airy faux levity, the casual 'clearly I don't care' tone wasn't the strongest to begin with and it fell away fairly quickly.

"I don't like fightin' with him. Which is strange because normally I'm fine with it, but." When Malcolm cuts, he cuts.