Though Tim had become a heavy weight that suggested he went all the way into a good, solid REM sleep, Raylan had the right of it. The shift in tempo of the strong hand moving across his shoulders, combined with his partner's throaty voice brought Tim up out of sleep with a quickness.

"Trouble?" He rumbled making no move to shift himself from his warm and comfortable spot. despite the fact that his legs were numb with cold and his ass was in business for itself. Instinct told him there was no trouble. If there had been his waking would have come in the form of landing on the stone floor when Raylan jumped up to meet it head on.

But it felt more polite to inquire, than to whine about being woken.