"Okay," Tim confirmed, giving Raylan's elbow a squeeze and if his fingers lingered a little as he drew them along the older man's lower back, off his hip? Well so be it.
The sniper moved forward, thinking to keep them moving to try to keep Raylan from having time to overthink and panic himself all over again. He didn't know how the older man felt, but Tim always had to battle with the anxiety of waiting. Once he was in motion, everything came into focus.
Using a crabwalk approach, which allowed him to keep an eye on Raylan as well as the house, Tim lead them up the porch. He glanced back at his partner, giving him a nod, then took the door with the same skillful confidence as he would back home.
Usually his eyes were looking for movement signalling a perp. It took Tim a half beat to remind himself that he was after mirror and any obvious reflective surfaces. Just to be on the safe side. In typical Gutterson style, there was no fuss. Anything that could reflect an image back on Raylan was efficiently taken down and spun to face the wall, the Ranger using his body as a shield between Raylan and the mirrored surface.
Tim lead the way, clearing one room, then the next and the next always checking back to make sure Raylan was still with him. As soon as they had the lower level cleared, he tried to lead the older man towards one of the more comfortable sofas.
"Sit here while I get these things stuffed in a closet," so there was no risk of one of them tipping over and becoming a problem. "Do you want me to clear upstairs?" Tim wasn't keen on getting that far away from his partner, even leaving Raylan alone long enough to shove shit in a closet made Tim feel twitchy.
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The sniper moved forward, thinking to keep them moving to try to keep Raylan from having time to overthink and panic himself all over again. He didn't know how the older man felt, but Tim always had to battle with the anxiety of waiting. Once he was in motion, everything came into focus.
Using a crabwalk approach, which allowed him to keep an eye on Raylan as well as the house, Tim lead them up the porch. He glanced back at his partner, giving him a nod, then took the door with the same skillful confidence as he would back home.
Usually his eyes were looking for movement signalling a perp. It took Tim a half beat to remind himself that he was after mirror and any obvious reflective surfaces. Just to be on the safe side. In typical Gutterson style, there was no fuss. Anything that could reflect an image back on Raylan was efficiently taken down and spun to face the wall, the Ranger using his body as a shield between Raylan and the mirrored surface.
Tim lead the way, clearing one room, then the next and the next always checking back to make sure Raylan was still with him. As soon as they had the lower level cleared, he tried to lead the older man towards one of the more comfortable sofas.
"Sit here while I get these things stuffed in a closet," so there was no risk of one of them tipping over and becoming a problem. "Do you want me to clear upstairs?" Tim wasn't keen on getting that far away from his partner, even leaving Raylan alone long enough to shove shit in a closet made Tim feel twitchy.