"They feel much the same, as I understand it. Lackin' some way to get such a stunted shoulder from ya. You're from Home and they pretty well assume that you're used to my shit. They're not used to Marshal talk or used to knowin' whats underneath it. It's just a.. big social misunderstandin'. There's no.. competition here and you all got your own contexts when it comes to me. I've.. I died with them. Died trying to save them, even if it only got them killed next to me for the efforts."

If Raylan had met any of the men that had served in the sandbox with Tim, in the context of them being the same kind of comfortable, he was sure he'd feel less than. It was hard not to, in a room full of Rangers, considering, but Raylan did understand.

Raylan let out a breath and pressed a kiss into Tim's hair. "It'll be okay, darlin'. You don't have anything to prove and neither do they. We're all a little broken here, doin' the best we can and tryin' to protect the people we love. One day atta time."