"I bet that's stunnin'." He'd never been, but that wouldn't be a surprise. Not a lot of US Marshal Work happening in Crete these days. Or any day, really.
Neal plucks his shirt and asks that question and Raylan finds himself reluctant to say much. But he pushes through that feeling and tries anyway.
"He implied we weren't friends anymore. Or.. at least at the moment. Or that I wasn't treatin' him like one. Followed it in the same breath with reminding me that he's graduated an inmate and I haven't." He sucks his teeth a little, shaking his head. "I had.. hoped. Thought but was tryin' to not question him and I bein'.." He gestures a little. "Brotherly... He tells me its how siblin's fight sometimes. Apologized, we called it even, once he was at my door. Said he needed my help."
Raylan looks over. "How close are you two these days? What's he told you of his.. situation?"
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Neal plucks his shirt and asks that question and Raylan finds himself reluctant to say much. But he pushes through that feeling and tries anyway.
"He implied we weren't friends anymore. Or.. at least at the moment. Or that I wasn't treatin' him like one. Followed it in the same breath with reminding me that he's graduated an inmate and I haven't." He sucks his teeth a little, shaking his head. "I had.. hoped. Thought but was tryin' to not question him and I bein'.." He gestures a little. "Brotherly... He tells me its how siblin's fight sometimes. Apologized, we called it even, once he was at my door. Said he needed my help."
Raylan looks over. "How close are you two these days? What's he told you of his.. situation?"