"Gimme time, I'm sure you'll give me a reason," Raylan replied darkly in return as he looked over the back office and the boxes of stock that were being kept here instead of.. wherever the rest of it was. If Arlo was here, he'd likely be sat on that couch, looking like someone just shoved shit under his nose at the sight of Raylan.
Taking a deep breath, hands propped on his hips, Raylan turned around, one finger gesturing at Boyd's general direction.
"I know he's workin' for you and I ain't askin' on or about what, but I need to know where he is," he insisted, ignoring the question posed. "It's only gonna be worse for him if it's lookin' like he's runnin' from what's comin' to him."
Was there ever a friendly chat between Arlo and Raylan? Even if Boyd was almost never there for them, Raylan knew full well Boyd knew what the relationship was like and only god knows what Arlo had been whispering in his ear when asked. No, Raylan was sure Boyd knew exactly what talking to Arlo was like. Unless you wore a skirt, you weren't likely to get a differently toned one.
no subject
Taking a deep breath, hands propped on his hips, Raylan turned around, one finger gesturing at Boyd's general direction.
"I know he's workin' for you and I ain't askin' on or about what, but I need to know where he is," he insisted, ignoring the question posed. "It's only gonna be worse for him if it's lookin' like he's runnin' from what's comin' to him."
Was there ever a friendly chat between Arlo and Raylan? Even if Boyd was almost never there for them, Raylan knew full well Boyd knew what the relationship was like and only god knows what Arlo had been whispering in his ear when asked. No, Raylan was sure Boyd knew exactly what talking to Arlo was like. Unless you wore a skirt, you weren't likely to get a differently toned one.