Raylan took a deep uneven breath and broached something that he'd been avoiding for the past week of them taking up together. Tim had already trusted him so much but Raylan couldn't avoid the responsibilities he felt to Malcolm and Henry. Henry, for his part, likely wouldn't care, as long as Raylan was willing to spend time with him. Their porch drinking sessions were like church at this point, and their stolen afternoons were just that. Theirs and stolen and bittersweet for them.

"It's too late for that. I'm already in the middle of this... I'm going to have to tell him. About you. About this. About us. Just like I had to do with Henry. He might not love me after that. He might hate me. Might not be right for a man to love three men at once. Who could blame him.. But it's not right for me to not say anything. To either of you. He hasta know."