Neal lets his hand rest against Raylan’s cheek, running tracing his cheekbone with his thumb.

“I’m glad. You’re easy to talk to. You say what you mean, you’re straightforward, you’re honest. As honest as people will let you be safely.”

There’s a crimp of irony at the corner of his smile. “I don’t feel like we’re in competition when we’re discussing things like this. I’m not nervous about tripping an emotional mine and having you go off on me without a clear reason. I don’t have that with a lot of people.”