It was true. There were a lot of opinions about cornbread and except for Tim's, they were all wrong.

What Doc was saying made sense. It wasn't the easiest thing to hear but it was solid advice that Tim didn't feel he had to go looking for hooks waiting to trip him up. It was honesty that begat honesty in return as he looked at the older man.

"Henry, I've been in love with Raylan for over three years," he admitted. "Back home I knew it was hopeless and I'd made my peace with it, but here?" Tim took a deep, slightly shaky breath as he lifted his hand to rub at his eyes. "I want him, and the only way it works is to share him or break both our hearts trying to insist on a normative in this place that destroys any semblance of normative."