"Maybe not red," Raylan mused quietly, thinking about the dark spirals he and John found behind the tile wall. He was sure he could steal one of Yennifer's lavender stalks or something, that counted as a flower.

He hummed and there was a smile in it Tim could probably hear. "You think I'm gonna give Mathis the satisfaction of keepin' me away from the place? Shit, I woulda burned it down just for fun if I thought I could do it."

He didn't expect Tim to ask. At least not right now; the sniper might find himself feeling safe and secure enough to ask about it later but either way, it was okay. Raylan would handle the business between him and the rest of his other house himself. Tim didn't deserve to deal with it.

It was Raylan and Raylan's house out of order.

"Can't say it doesn't have a good view of the ocean. Could be a real nice place if it wasn't so finicky about it's doors being real."