Tim leaned his forehead against the center of Raylan's sternum, taking in deep breaths of the older man's scent through his stuffy nose. Eyes closed the sniper's shoulders curled a little as he tried to melt back into his partner.

"Raylan. If I had my druthers I want you all the time," he admitted softly. "In as selfish, possessive, pee on your cowboy boots way as I could manage. I'd put a ring on your finger, matching it to one on mine and the only one I'd share you with would be Willa." He was too tired to keep dancing around, making the appropriate noises without laying bare impossible desires that he knew made him an asshole.

"I am trying to reconcile all that want with the reality of what is here for us, here for you. Every ask I even consider making towards you, I spend hours in my damn head, testing it for sounding like a reasonable adult. Not a lovesick teenage asshole."