Raylan snorted, smirking crookedly. A break in tension was nice. They could pepper a little shit talk here and there.
Tim could have gone on but Raylan would have just argued that he knew better than to do what if's. Knew better than to build up that idea of what could be too high. The higher the expectations, the harder the fall and he'd already taken his tumble. Not again.
Giving up wasn't in his DNA though.
At Tim's answer, Raylan laughed openly. "Then lets sit down on a goddamned porch and figure it out, my steam isn't what it normally is."
He really meant any porch too and led them towards the closest one, breaking their pinkies apart so he could carefully lower himself down onto a step with a loud groan and a wince.
"What would you do with that lotto money, huh?" Since Tim could handle the what ifs.
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Tim could have gone on but Raylan would have just argued that he knew better than to do what if's. Knew better than to build up that idea of what could be too high. The higher the expectations, the harder the fall and he'd already taken his tumble. Not again.
Giving up wasn't in his DNA though.
At Tim's answer, Raylan laughed openly. "Then lets sit down on a goddamned porch and figure it out, my steam isn't what it normally is."
He really meant any porch too and led them towards the closest one, breaking their pinkies apart so he could carefully lower himself down onto a step with a loud groan and a wince.
"What would you do with that lotto money, huh?" Since Tim could handle the what ifs.