"'M sure he meant well," Raylan muttered softly before taking another guilty bite of his sandwich. He couldn't say anything for Tim's intent, not anymore, not really. He didn't know. He was outside.

"I didn't tell him anything. Not entirely sure what you think I woulda told him. What, what we talk about at night in bed or .." He couldn't even think of what Malcolm would think he would tell.

"Only that you have nightmares that we mind. Nothin'.. personal. Ain't his business."