It was with a reluctance that Raylan gave Tim's hand back but he did and tilted his head to one side with a hum as Tim slunk back around him. There was so much here, he could feel it and he couldn't fix it. It was as frustrating as it was soft and while Tim was absolutely right, Raylan still felt his heart twist at the words.

"Tim. Darlin'." He pressed a kiss against Tim's temple and rested his head against the sniper's with a deep breath. "You've already got too many secrets. And I've already been in this since the beginning. You don't want me to say anything, I won't but.. Let me in to that head for a few minutes, huh?"

Before he proved Malcolm's point. It was a little ironic that Tim was responding to the accusation by refusing the most trusted hand that was cast out to him.

"Let me help carry just a little of it." Everyone assumed what was on his shoulders. No one asked. No one let him have a voice in all of it. He didn't like decisions about him being made around him. He didn't like to feel excluded from his own people via this kindness they thought they were gifting him.