Hard to hear or not, this feels like the first time anyone has asked him about what he wants. About how he feels. The first time anyone has not made him feel like a piece of shit for not tripping over himself for Malcolm Bright. Maybe it will turn out to bite him in the ass, he has enough lawman suspicion to consider the possibility that Henry is setting him up in some way. But he's also too tired and heart sore to try to protect himself.

"I guess I don't really know what he's asked of me," Tim answered honestly. "I've offered on a couple of occasions to put it all back under my hat," he looked at Henry, hoping the gunslinger could figure out what he meant by 'put it all' without him having to spell it out in detail.

"He reacts like I've sucker punched him when I bring it up and," Tim shook his head. "I'm not strong enough to break his heart that way by insisting."

His head dropped, shoulders as well. It was a slightly defensive posture, as if he were waiting to be told that he needed to nut up and break Raylan's heart to help them all to be more settled.

"I love him," he said in a tight voice that was struggling not to crack. "I want him to feel loved, to finally know that there are people who do love him, unconditionally. I may not be able to find common ground with the man, but I know Malcolm loves him that way. I know I should leave them be ... but I can't."