"There's a few people who get a pass. Malcolm and Henry. Klaus. They.. Worry about me. More than they need to, maybe. Gathering what understandin' of me that they can. It's okay. Talk to them and let them help you wrap your head around it too. You don't have to be so deeply separated from 'em."

They could help each other. Had helped each other; Raylan was under no delusions that Henry and Malcolm hadn't talked, that they hadn't helped each other. At least to parse their own feelings in a place that was safe and not Raylan directly.

"I feel like everyone is. I want to make sure we focus on you too, darlin'. I've.. done this.. in some fashion before. Had a relationship. This.. isn't exactly how I'd advise us doin' it," he huffed, turning his lips into Tim's hair. "But I don't wanna hurt you. Or make you feel like you're.. just back up for me. Not somethin' to be used when I want." It was important to him, that Tim know. That Tim understood how Raylan wanted this to be.