Tim felt as if there was more he should say, more he wanted to say. But his head was starting to spin with the weight of everything they had already discussed and he knew he needed to take time to unpack and process it all.

Also he was starting to feel tired and Raylan's shoulder was warm, the soft kiss to his hair soothing. He considered rousting himself, using the tricks and training he'd picked up during his military career to make him alert and ready for a sudden threat. But wrapped up around Raylan, his partner's arms around him, skin to skin it was all too comfortable and he was really tired.

Trusting that the older marshal would alert him to any significant change to their situation, and was even less likely to also fall asleep, Tim began to let himself drift. Apologies in advance for any drooling.