That little bit of attention was already doing wonders for his neck and his mind, eyes sliding closed somewhere along everything as he sank into a relaxation he knew was going to be short lived, relatively speaking. He was putty in Tim's hands, letting him roam and wander with all that wonderful massaging pressure, only exerting enough effort to keep his chin from sinking and his hairline in reach.
Raylan hummed a note of acknowledgement at 'Let's be clear about a thing', one eyebrow uselessly lifting in curiosity and it all melted into a softly pleased smile. It sounded nice, and he wanted to believe it with everything but he knew better. Even with reassurances, he knew better. The memory that godknows how many people actually saw was proof enough as to why.
But it was nice to hear and he knew that it wasn't a reassurance Tim often, if ever, gave to anyone else.
As he moved onto his opinions about Neal, Raylan sobered but he was glad to hear some kind of opinion on it, some kind of company in his understanding and general knowledge. Some compassion for Neal from it. He knew Tim wouldn't use it against Neal. Hoped might be a better word; there was no guarantee what either of them would look like if one of them started taking strips off the other. That didn't make what Tim was saying any less right.
Tim slid his arms around Raylan and he couldn't help the lean of his head against blonde or lifting his hand to settle it over Tim's forearms in response, squeezing softly because doing so harder would have hurt himself. Raylan still didn't know who Lindsey was beyond context given - He'd assume blonde and has fucked him over. Those seemed to be the prerequisites for Raylan's type.
Raylan almost asked what he had done. The fingers on his neck soothed off the idea. He was surprised, in all honesty, to hear such a kind sentiment towards Malcolm's chances and he hooked his arm over Tim's knee, half hugging his shin with his palm as he rubbed his thumb up and down.
"We'll see if he sees it the same way. I didn't want to do it so quickly, wanted to be in better general shape for it but." He took a deep breath, eyes sliding closed again. "Either way, this is better than him walking in. I know I'm.. breakin' all the rules. I know 'I didn't mean to' doesn't carry much weight. Not when I'd try to pull the moon from the sky for any one of ya."
He took another deep breath and opted to take a break from that topic. It would go how it would go and he couldn't do anything other than cast his dice and see what came of it.
"Quid pro que, Clarice.. You said your day was eventful. What happened?"
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Raylan hummed a note of acknowledgement at 'Let's be clear about a thing', one eyebrow uselessly lifting in curiosity and it all melted into a softly pleased smile. It sounded nice, and he wanted to believe it with everything but he knew better. Even with reassurances, he knew better. The memory that godknows how many people actually saw was proof enough as to why.
But it was nice to hear and he knew that it wasn't a reassurance Tim often, if ever, gave to anyone else.
As he moved onto his opinions about Neal, Raylan sobered but he was glad to hear some kind of opinion on it, some kind of company in his understanding and general knowledge. Some compassion for Neal from it. He knew Tim wouldn't use it against Neal. Hoped might be a better word; there was no guarantee what either of them would look like if one of them started taking strips off the other. That didn't make what Tim was saying any less right.
Tim slid his arms around Raylan and he couldn't help the lean of his head against blonde or lifting his hand to settle it over Tim's forearms in response, squeezing softly because doing so harder would have hurt himself. Raylan still didn't know who Lindsey was beyond context given - He'd assume blonde and has fucked him over. Those seemed to be the prerequisites for Raylan's type.
Raylan almost asked what he had done. The fingers on his neck soothed off the idea. He was surprised, in all honesty, to hear such a kind sentiment towards Malcolm's chances and he hooked his arm over Tim's knee, half hugging his shin with his palm as he rubbed his thumb up and down.
"We'll see if he sees it the same way. I didn't want to do it so quickly, wanted to be in better general shape for it but." He took a deep breath, eyes sliding closed again. "Either way, this is better than him walking in. I know I'm.. breakin' all the rules. I know 'I didn't mean to' doesn't carry much weight. Not when I'd try to pull the moon from the sky for any one of ya."
He took another deep breath and opted to take a break from that topic. It would go how it would go and he couldn't do anything other than cast his dice and see what came of it.
"Quid pro que, Clarice.. You said your day was eventful. What happened?"