"I haven't thrown Malcolm over. I haven't missed my night duty shifts, he and I still spend time together, wha-" Raylan paused and grunted as he pushed himself back to his feet, hat continuing to be ignored. He might as well leave it there until they were done, save Neal the trouble of knocking it off again.

"I know this is hard for you to wrap your head around. There's a reason I told Malcolm that I couldn't be exclusive. Henry was only part of that and Tim hadn't gotten here yet. You think I planned this or somethin? Like I saw a willin' body and just jumped in? You wanna know about what kinda person Tim is? How about a war vet kid sent out to do and see horrid things, brought back to a place where he can't so much as look at anyone in a hundred and fifty mile range without it bein a worry that he'll get the shit kicked outta him or worse; Tim has saved my life on more than one occasion, not to mention countless others and when he came here, all he saw was me 'whoring' in secret. Fucking,," Raylan scoffed, his gesturing finger falling.

"This ain't the back of a dive bar. It's not casual. Nothin' is. All I've been doin' is fightin' his feelings and Malcolm's feelin's and my own goddamned feelings for some peace. I'm not sorry about not lettin' Tim hate himself or Malcolm because I dare find a goddamned fragment of somethin' that makes me happy. Malcolm doesn't deserve that either."