The brush of their hands weren't enough. Outright holding hands was too much, too blatant, too inviting of mockery and hellfire but this, this they could do, for a minute. He didn't think or care about why, only that he wanted to. That he could without too much reproach.

"Bein' raised like shit and dogin' bullets at five is apples and oranges," he replied in disagreement with a look over. "That picture you just painted is a best case scenario."

Which was to say, yes, he could see it. But Winona.. She wasn't going to allow that. Raylan gave no mind to how he was raised or how Tim was raised beyond the lessons of How Not to Treat a fucking child, the bar was higher than that by default. Raylan's main concern was keeping his child alive long enough to get to the growing up part.

"But you're right about that last bit. If it's the last goddamned thing I do." Why yes, Raylan was more than ready to charge to the forefront of having an opinion about how his daughter should be raised and what she should be spared from. Yes, they'd make her ready, but that didn't mean he welcomed a chance for her to work those skills.

"I don't want either of them dragged into anythin'. Not more than Winona already has. Willa doesn't ever need to see the real side of the job. I'm not sayin' we lie but.. She's gotta be protected as long as we can before the world gets its fingers into her."