He pales a little when Raylan turns that honest, straightforward lens on to something that Neal himself had been doing everything in his power to avoid. The way the color drains out of him and his eyes go bright and fragile as blue crystal is dead giveaway of exactly how deep it goes.

“…I don’t know that I am. Closer than you. Maybe—probably—it’s my own fault, but. I haven’t…” His gaze drops from Raylan’s eyes to his lips, from his lips to his chest. “I don’t like seeing him with Will, and it feels like I never get to see him without any more.”