Tim knew better than to overanalyze the entangled pinkies. It was physical contact that wasn't the result of the two of them getting their asses handed to them by Mathias. It was intimate and casual and just ... very, very nice.

Since Raylan seemed to be in a pensive mood, the younger ranger's expression became thoughtful, head tilted slightly to the side as they walked along.

"You consider stepping back from chasing fugitives?" It was a genuine question, without any hint of judgement or expectation. There were many marshaling duties that wouldn't involve the insane hours and thug life risks of pissing off fugitives. Wasn't as exciting maybe, but it also wasn't just prisoner transport or purging casefiles.

"Would stabilize your hours, reduce the frequency of you getting shot at and significantly reduce the risk to your family." He was not going to bring up the fact that Raylan wasn't getting any younger either.