"I know they aren't bullies," Tim said, taking another deep but cautious breath. "But they are your friends, and I can't help feeling I come up short in their measure."

It was had to explain, hell it was hard to even admit to given their background and culture. Hurt feefees were dealt with out behind some anonymous bar with sharp words and possibly fists. Tim's usual route of expressing disagreement with Raylan's choices had been met with a circle the wagon mentality. With people telling him how wrong he was about his partner and that he was being a little shit. It added an additional layer of confusion to the mix.

Tim didn't know shit about relationships, but he was fairly certain that having the approval of your significant other's friend group was pretty high up there. He felt judged and found unworthy and not just by a friend group but by men Raylan loved. It was enough to make his head spin and trying to drop his defenses in the face of all that?

It was a test of courage that Tim didn't feel ready to face. Not in an all or nothing scenario. "I feel like a bull in a china shop, Raylan. But I am doing my utmost to step carefully and keep my mind open."