"Last night," he began, leaning his head slightly into the comfort of Raylan's hold. "You called me, but I thought that was all it was supposed to be. That you needed time for yourself, maybe time for you and Malcolm and," Tim licked his upper lip and looked down at the scruff on Raylan's chin. "I was afraid to ask and hear you say no."
The sniper gave a watery chuckle/sob and closed his puffy eyes for a moment before he whispered, "I don't know how you're managing ... any of this?" Not the managing of himself, of Malcolm and of Neal. But how Raylan was doing; himself.
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"Last night," he began, leaning his head slightly into the comfort of Raylan's hold. "You called me, but I thought that was all it was supposed to be. That you needed time for yourself, maybe time for you and Malcolm and," Tim licked his upper lip and looked down at the scruff on Raylan's chin. "I was afraid to ask and hear you say no."
The sniper gave a watery chuckle/sob and closed his puffy eyes for a moment before he whispered, "I don't know how you're managing ... any of this?" Not the managing of himself, of Malcolm and of Neal. But how Raylan was doing; himself.