There had been more than a few times at home where Tim had quietly placed himself in a position to physically intervene between danger and Raylan. Sometimes it had been to protect Raylan, other times it had been to protect Raylan from himself.

As Malcolm spoke Tim was already internally wincing. There was so much bad in that threat for so many reasons. Tim moved silently up closer to the older marshal's shoulder, both as support, safety net, and if he had to physical restrain someone from someone. His blue eyes fell on Callisto's face and there was no anger or judgement in his expression; just a quiet sort of resignation.