"He does," Raylan granted with a nod and half a glance up. "But I.. Don't know how he feels about all of it. He acknowledges that I love you. He knows about Henry. We haven't spoken on any of it. He knew before.. everything."

He hated Malcolm for it. The jealousy of it all. The hate Raylan hoped he could dissuade by ensuring the sniper that it wasn't some personal affront. He hadn't meant to collect Tim up and love him but once he knew that so much was hung on him.. He couldn't help it. There was no way to put that into words. No way he could accept that he was just supposed to watch Tim abuse himself because he felt somehow unworthy or something.

How could he even begin to articulate that nuance.