There age should have given them a natural hierarchy but Tim would argue that it had never really been the case. Raylan might take the lead on a lot, push things forward and/or push things forward at a pace where other men would have been more cautious. But Tim would argue that he was the one looking for the thorns in the ditch Raylan just jumped in blindly. Tim was the one who pulled Raylan out of the ditch when he went in too deep.
Even in the newly established intimacy between them. Raylan was very skilled in bed, but Tim had experiences to share that the older marshal had yet to even imagine. They were learning to balance on a fulcrum that demanded give and take from both of them in equal measure.
In the spirit of equal measure, Tim settled on his ass to further encourage their current position for the duration. He was still holding his breath, waiting for them to be disturbed in this last refuge but as each moment passed without water crashing in on them, or rocks falling, he relaxed a little bit more. He did not push Raylan any further on the subject of the near hysterical laughter; giving the man all the space he needed to get his poop in a group.
While still holding him close! Holding him close but even that began to balance towards Tim holding on for his own needs.
"Least this place could do is give us Dewey Crowe to play with," he said. It was a nonsensical statement but there simply wasn't anything Tim could give to Raylan about their circumstances here. No assurances, no promises and at this moment in time and space he did not have any clear plan for what to do next. It may come in a few hours, but not right now. "Maybe Dickie Bennet?"
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Even in the newly established intimacy between them. Raylan was very skilled in bed, but Tim had experiences to share that the older marshal had yet to even imagine. They were learning to balance on a fulcrum that demanded give and take from both of them in equal measure.
In the spirit of equal measure, Tim settled on his ass to further encourage their current position for the duration. He was still holding his breath, waiting for them to be disturbed in this last refuge but as each moment passed without water crashing in on them, or rocks falling, he relaxed a little bit more. He did not push Raylan any further on the subject of the near hysterical laughter; giving the man all the space he needed to get his poop in a group.
While still holding him close! Holding him close but even that began to balance towards Tim holding on for his own needs.
"Least this place could do is give us Dewey Crowe to play with," he said. It was a nonsensical statement but there simply wasn't anything Tim could give to Raylan about their circumstances here. No assurances, no promises and at this moment in time and space he did not have any clear plan for what to do next. It may come in a few hours, but not right now. "Maybe Dickie Bennet?"