If it was wrong to find a sliver of enjoyment in an otherwise chaotic situation, then Tim did not want to be right. This was the closest, physically he'd been with Raylan when they weren't behind closed doors and he found that he liked it. Probably a bit more than he should but the younger marshal gave that thought the finger. He liked it. Period.

But they did need to get moving. Raylan's reckless grin was met with a devilishly bounce of eyebrows. Usually Tim was the level headed one between them, but to a lesser extent he was beginning to feel that same frustrated itch under the skin that he knew plagued Raylan. The desire to be in motion, to take action. Fighting against an unnatural storm with a clear objective in mind had to be wiser than burning down a building; right?

Tim fell into step with the fluid ease that came from similar training and years out in the field covering each others' backs. He kept a firm grip on Raylan in return as they both turned into the wind and began to fight their way towards the Gull. It was slow going, and physically laborious with no little danger involved simply from being out in this mess but as the Gull came into view, Tim started to laugh.

"This is harder than finding a virgin at Audreys'!"