In truth Tim could understand why Raylan had been trying to avoid that particular conversation. Nothing was sure and it was a hell of a risk. Tim did not worry so much about Doc. There was a practicality to the man what the young sniper respected. Malcolm was ... well Raylan had already said it, Malcolm was softer. He felt things more powerfully.

Tim couldn't entirely help himself and he physically held on to Raylan all that much tighter as he spoke.

"Do you wa ..." he began, then altered that last word. "Do you need 'us' to stop?" He asked softly. "Raylan ... I can't lay in your arms and tell you I love you, without wanting you to be happy. There is so much stress in this godforsaken town, you deserve respite, Handsome. Not more complications."