"Yeah I think I got that memo the third time Art circulated it!" Tim called back, ducking his head slightly in response to the lightning strike.
He reached up when Raylan reached down, accepting some of the assistance but also doing his utmost to balance and carry his own weight. Even once he was on his feet he turned and gripped the front of Raylan's shirt. Tim would insist it was to help the older marshal stabilize but there were shades of an unspoken reassurance being given and also sought in the contact.
Tim was ambulatory enough to follow where Raylan guided them and he did not look back at the ocean that had spit him out. It had been too close to going the other way. When they got off the sand and onto the path near the Gull, the younger marshal leaned towards his partner in order to be heard.
"We could try hunkering down in one of the really dilapidated places? Hard to blow the windows off something that doesn't have windows ... or much of a roof to begin with!"
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He reached up when Raylan reached down, accepting some of the assistance but also doing his utmost to balance and carry his own weight. Even once he was on his feet he turned and gripped the front of Raylan's shirt. Tim would insist it was to help the older marshal stabilize but there were shades of an unspoken reassurance being given and also sought in the contact.
Tim was ambulatory enough to follow where Raylan guided them and he did not look back at the ocean that had spit him out. It had been too close to going the other way. When they got off the sand and onto the path near the Gull, the younger marshal leaned towards his partner in order to be heard.
"We could try hunkering down in one of the really dilapidated places? Hard to blow the windows off something that doesn't have windows ... or much of a roof to begin with!"