[He stayed silent, a studious student and gave Jon all the proverbial room he needed to lay all this out. The Marshal's service didn't often deal with serial killers, but there were a stack of gruesome stories none the less. Some had Raylan's name on them. While Raylan wasn't really reacting much, the further Jon went on, the more his eyes narrowed and the more that fire in his gut flared.

Despite his best efforts, and unable to quite get his back hairs down, once Jon has finished Raylan blew out a breath and stood up with a rough rub at his salted goatee as he paced away and back again, one hand splaying fingers over his crookedly set hips.]

Okay. [Prioritization mode was still fully functioning. He met Jon's eye with a softer seriousness.]

First - I'm hoping that means your man came out of it alive. [Kinda hard to put someone on that power scale into the ground but that was still Raylan's gut instincts for this kind of situation. You don't fuck with loved ones. Especially not kids or partners. Even the attempt deserves the reward of negation.]

Second - Jesus fucking Christ. [Raylan sat back down, turned in his chair so an elbow could rest on the little table. There was too much in Raylan that could be used that way, and he hated Arlo a little harder.]

Third - Did it work?