"It could always be worse," he murmurs back. His brain was far too willing to list out the reasons why, but he wasn't going to let that spill out of his mouth and ruin the mood. Ben's touch was both calming and soothing and left Raylan more inclined to lay here in the ease of their afterglow.

He liked the way 'love' sounded coming off those lips though. It warmed some deep part of him.

"If only we could talk other people into feelin' that way." The people that controlled the investigations into him, that controlled the babysitters that he was sometimes saddled with, the suspicious, however correct it was to come from suspicious men.

Ben's question was an innocent one, but that didn't stop the sting of being forced to look back on it any less.

"I could spend a year and a half detailin' out what Arlo Givens have done and it still wouldn't touch the true list of his sins. One day I'll tell you, but not tonight. All you need to know is that Arlo Givens isn't anythin' better than an abusive con man, lookin' for an angle to make a buck, no matter who he fucks over in the process. But I'm angry like him. Rash, like him. Capable of terrible things. Of bein' a terrible person, if I chose to be."