"Oh, well. Thanks for that," he drawls, a curl of a smile on his face as he glances over at her. "I think we look alright. Good enough for court, anyway." Court Casual, maybe.
The curl breaks into a smile as he sees Neal waving, and he turns them that way without returning it. There was no reason to NOT draw attention to them but Raylan couldn't help do it anyway. Old habits. But as soon as they got into speaking range, he lifts his chin in greeting, still wearing his broad grin.
"You look like you're ready for a night out on the town, Neal. Nice to see people enjoyin' the port, how you doin'?"
The niceties were all above board, familiar in the way Raylan had always existed and weird because he hated going back to the distance of it all with Neal specifically. He was trying to not be greedy, but there were very few things that brought him as much comfort and acceptance (and the freedom of existence that came with it) than hanging out with Neal. The mask of it all itched around the edges - he was getting too comfortable. That was dangerous for it's own reasons.
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The curl breaks into a smile as he sees Neal waving, and he turns them that way without returning it. There was no reason to NOT draw attention to them but Raylan couldn't help do it anyway. Old habits. But as soon as they got into speaking range, he lifts his chin in greeting, still wearing his broad grin.
"You look like you're ready for a night out on the town, Neal. Nice to see people enjoyin' the port, how you doin'?"
The niceties were all above board, familiar in the way Raylan had always existed and weird because he hated going back to the distance of it all with Neal specifically. He was trying to not be greedy, but there were very few things that brought him as much comfort and acceptance (and the freedom of existence that came with it) than hanging out with Neal. The mask of it all itched around the edges - he was getting too comfortable. That was dangerous for it's own reasons.