"Maybe that's what makes me so terrible," he admitted into Tim's ear. "That I still find my respite despite those complications. That I'm not.. That I don't love any of you enough to shove off the others. I'm-.. It's wrong of me and I know it but I can't help but be greedy here. With all it's horrors, I'm greedy for that respite, for being needed, for being helpful, for being useful by exiting nearby."

Raylan wrapped his arms tighter around the sniper, pressing kisses onto his shoulder before leaning his head against his. It was so much harder after their admissions, to wade into the administrative parts of their set up in Mathis.

"No, I don't need or want us to stop. Malcolm knows I'm not exclusive, I just don't know that he imagined you'd be in the mix. But I know him knowin' is gonna be hard for you. I can't tell him without tellin' you first. So you got time to.. prepare yourself... I am happy, you know. With all of ya, whenever I'm graced with the blessin' of gettin' to hold you." All of them.

Raylan felt both terrible and terribly blessed, guilty and elated all at once and there seemed no level for it.