Raylan had to. Needed to. Needed to understand this person that was walking around the world wearing his face and being so very drastically different from him. The weirdness hadn't ebbed. He wasn't sure if it would, honestly.

His eyebrows lifted a little at the admission. He'd been right about something and Tim was willing to give it air? Where was his pearls.

"Yeah? I'd ask what you were doin' there but I'm sure it was bein' up to no good. What'd you find?" Feed the Puzzle, Tim.