He would be right in pointing that out, but they weren't in the office. They didn't get to be so well insulated and also survive here. Or stay sane. Raylan knew they could help in ways he couldn't. If Tim would let them.

"Taking you down off a shelf," Raylan echoed, head shaking as he pulled back, off hand coming to slide up Tim's face and turn it up to face him. "That is not what this is. And if you feel like it is, then we're doin' somethin' wrong." His thumb brushed back and forth for a second.

"You're right. Talkin' isn't somethin' we normally do. But no one in that house is a bully. Most of 'em lay out their weaknesses because they aren't like us. My bein'.. entangled as I am-" The words came with a heavy sigh of uncertainty, how do you even articulate his position without losing the deep nuance that supported it all under the surface. "-puts you closer to the mess than I know you'd prefer to be. They're goin' through it too. Might.. make you feel a little less isolated and alone about it all. That's all. This isn't snipin'. We're not on a case and you can't save either of us from the bullshit Mathis is gonna rain down on us... Pun possibly intended," he huffed softly.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, I'm only askin' that you think about it."