"Even if she is," Raylan countered, "Doesn't change the rest of the community so you're still in the same spot." It was a terrible spot to be in, no matter how well they both handled it. He knew how heavy everyone's eyes could be and Lexington was large enough that normal people might think they'd be able to slip under it all. Oh how wrong they'd be.
He knew what it was like to be in Miami already. Unmarried, unattached and with no roots worth acknowledging. It was the most free he'd been, finally out from under Arlo's shadow. It was great and if left to his own devices, he'd likely stay down there till he was at least Art's age.
Raylan noted the glance around, dark eyes sidelong on Tim as he waited for whatever else was coming. What came was not at all what he expected and his head tilted with a crook of a smile that was glanced down at the ground before he brushed their hands together. He knew he was riding a lot of lines, a lot of 'What if's and eggs in delicate baskets, but the promise that he wasn't going to go home and back into a bottle of bitter misery that was worked out by too much Marshalling, too many side jobs and a few more disappointments to boot.
"Shame we didn't wait to do this indoors." His smile pulled but went sweet. "I'm not gonna lie and say I ain't glad to hear it. There's a few theories bouncin' around about if we'll remember this all and no one can really say but.." He met Tim's eye without hesitation. "I'd like that to be a reality. Least I know you wouldn't leave me for gettin' shot at or bein' out on stake outs." Or he hoped anyway, as a baseline at the very least.
"I'd like to see what kinda go we could make of it, if you were interested in that kinda thing." Which, considering all of what Tim had just said, made him 98% sure the man was amicable to it. "Wouldn't that piss Winona right off," he suddenly realized, laughing the laugh that only slightly bitter and hurt divorced men manage.
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"Even if she is," Raylan countered, "Doesn't change the rest of the community so you're still in the same spot." It was a terrible spot to be in, no matter how well they both handled it. He knew how heavy everyone's eyes could be and Lexington was large enough that normal people might think they'd be able to slip under it all. Oh how wrong they'd be.
He knew what it was like to be in Miami already. Unmarried, unattached and with no roots worth acknowledging. It was the most free he'd been, finally out from under Arlo's shadow. It was great and if left to his own devices, he'd likely stay down there till he was at least Art's age.
Raylan noted the glance around, dark eyes sidelong on Tim as he waited for whatever else was coming. What came was not at all what he expected and his head tilted with a crook of a smile that was glanced down at the ground before he brushed their hands together. He knew he was riding a lot of lines, a lot of 'What if's and eggs in delicate baskets, but the promise that he wasn't going to go home and back into a bottle of bitter misery that was worked out by too much Marshalling, too many side jobs and a few more disappointments to boot.
"Shame we didn't wait to do this indoors." His smile pulled but went sweet. "I'm not gonna lie and say I ain't glad to hear it. There's a few theories bouncin' around about if we'll remember this all and no one can really say but.." He met Tim's eye without hesitation. "I'd like that to be a reality. Least I know you wouldn't leave me for gettin' shot at or bein' out on stake outs." Or he hoped anyway, as a baseline at the very least.
"I'd like to see what kinda go we could make of it, if you were interested in that kinda thing." Which, considering all of what Tim had just said, made him 98% sure the man was amicable to it. "Wouldn't that piss Winona right off," he suddenly realized, laughing the laugh that only slightly bitter and hurt divorced men manage.
"She'd have kittens."