They both knew it was for the best. Even if there was a little part of Tim that wanted to ask why it was for the best. That selfish bit of child that no one ever completely gives up, but which is managed by growth and adulthood.

"I know," he confirmed, because he did but it also felt as if Raylan might need to hear the reassurance as well. The sniper went into his lover's hold, his arms wrapping tightly around Raylan's torso, long fingered hands splayed up along the line of his spine as he pushed his face against the older man's throat.

"In case it needs to be said, I am humbled by your bravery," Tim continued. "Already knew you were strong, stronger than we give you enough credit for, but what you did to protect him, to protect me?" The sniper made a few aborted noises, as he picked up words and set them down as inane. Eventually he leaned back and looked into Raylan's face, bloodshot eyes searching.

"I cannot imagine you're alright, Raylan. Tell me, what am I missing?" He whispered back the words that the older man had used on him just the night before.