'If We' sat on the tip of Raylan's tongue but no quarter was being given to them to do something about it, it seemed and any half normal argument was going to have to wait. If he had more than a few seconds to linger on their position, he would have noted how sweet the way Tim cradled and protected his face was, but in the chaos, he could only press himself into the security of it.

"The tunnels! There's one in here," he yelled back, pulling back to glance up that way, wind whipping his long hair around. "Ain't far, c'mon. Worst she can do is flood us down there."

They would have a good few hours of peace at least, right? Hopefully?

Pushing up, one hand fisted again in Tim's shirt - like hell he was letting the sniper get away from him again - Raylan slipped, caught himself and started pushing forwards.