"I wish you had come to me last night." Raylan shook his head, rubbing a hand across Tim's shoulder. His own feelings were very purposefully tucked away. They didn't matter, voicing them didn't matter and it wouldn't change anything. Better then, to simply not think about them.

"That's fine. Just somewhere I can get to you.. If you want me to still get to you. Do you? I know you regret it and I'm sorry. So I gotta ask if you still want me to."