Raylan had survived everything up until he arrived at the Lexington office; Tim helped him out of some tight spots, saved his ass more than a few times but there were more on the field hours under Raylan's belt than Tim's due to Raylan's experience alone. The same that there were more lewd hours of experience under Tim's belt than Raylan's, if they were to talk flavors.

They complimented each other well, each with enough experience on the other side of that line to meet each other's needs.

Raylan shifted a little, his right leg tucking up on that side like it would be a wall against what was still raging above them as his grip refused to let Tim get too far away. It didn't matter who needed who, they both needed one another right now and Raylan was oddly settling into that as the adrenaline of it all finally starting to ebb a little bit.

"Place would eat them alive and so would I," he scoffed, turning his head a little so his forehead tucked into Tim's neck for a long second before he lifted his head. "Too much abuse, even for them.. You can't be okay internally after takin' that fall." Even if no bones were broken.. Tim was lucky to not be dead or worse.