He hated this weakness, this fear he couldn't shake or break at the root like he had everything else. He was slowly recognizing what this was, but it hadn't settled in his head yet. Raylan had done very well to avoid mirrors since he got back from the forest, in a blur that eventually found him sat in his chair at 1306.

Running away from fear was also not generally in his repertoire and Mathis hadn't pushed him to a point where he picked it up quite yet, so Tim's assurances were taken with a thick swallow and a shallow nod and the deep, deep desire to have his gun on his hip again. Not that it would help. There were monsters here who were not men and did not bleed. That was outside his forte.

Raylan nodded again with a shaky breath. "Okay. Yeah. Okay." I trust you.