Neal taps his glass on the bar, both a demand for attention and a request for more alcohol. "It's not about whether or not she'll remember you yet, Raylan. It's for you. It's a... breath of clean air."
He hums a note of acknowledgment and takes a drink from his glass before setting it down and giving them both another few fingers of whiskey.
"I'll think about it, how's that. But I take your point. You find it a breath of clean air yourself? Even though, I understand, our positions aren't the same."
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"I'll think about it, how's that. But I take your point. You find it a breath of clean air yourself? Even though, I understand, our positions aren't the same."