Raylan snorted softly, deeply pleased by the groan. "Someone's gotta suffer the 'pun'ishment." Oh, he was on a roll.
The bottle was tucked in between his knees so he could unbutton the last two of his flannel, grunting as he pushed up enough to let Tim help him shuffle it off. There was enough light that Tim could see the new bruises along the back and along the curve of his shoulders, an uneven patchy pattern. But the question was a serious one. A well eyed one and Raylan could only breathe in the smell of Tim's soap and musk and sigh as he leaned back into the couch again.
"Depends on what you're askin'. We talkin' the memory of Negan beatin' a man's head to pulp, or Ainsley seein' me get served my divorce papers, or the beatin' I half took from Neal, or the blonde lady who made me her landin' pad off what's left of the Church roof." The bottle was pulled back up into his hand, the off and empty one settling over Tim's foot. "Like I said.. Long day."
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The bottle was tucked in between his knees so he could unbutton the last two of his flannel, grunting as he pushed up enough to let Tim help him shuffle it off. There was enough light that Tim could see the new bruises along the back and along the curve of his shoulders, an uneven patchy pattern. But the question was a serious one. A well eyed one and Raylan could only breathe in the smell of Tim's soap and musk and sigh as he leaned back into the couch again.
"Depends on what you're askin'. We talkin' the memory of Negan beatin' a man's head to pulp, or Ainsley seein' me get served my divorce papers, or the beatin' I half took from Neal, or the blonde lady who made me her landin' pad off what's left of the Church roof." The bottle was pulled back up into his hand, the off and empty one settling over Tim's foot. "Like I said.. Long day."