Probably for the best that Raylan went for straight out of the bottle. Tim had not thought to secure the glassware in the cupboards.
It was possible that some of the scratching Raylan heard was Tim upstairs making a nuisance of himself. All the mirrors and pictures came down, including what was in the bedrooms and bathroom. The mirror in the bathroom he had shared with Raylan and Jeff was anchored into the wall leaving Tim with a decision.
The logical move would be to cover the mirror with a sheet and towels but as he stood there, holding a towel in his hands Tim felt a rush of fury wash over him. Anger that he rarely allowed out past his stoic demeanor rose up like bile after a night of heavy drinking and he felt his jaw working as he stared at his reflection. His reflection in this fucking mirror, in this fucking town, that was hurting the man he loved and leaving Tim unable to stop it.
He knew that if he felt this way, what Raylan might be feeling could be ten times worse, but at that moment Tim Gutterson was just pissed. Wrapping the towel around his hand, he hauled back and aimed a punch square for his reflection in the mirror. Glass spidered from the point of impact, allowing Tim to throw a couple more cathartic punches before the shards fell out of the frame and across the counter.
"Shit," he said softly as he looked at the mess. Shaking out the towel he laid the fabric across the worst of the mess and said a silent apology to Jeff before leaving the bathroom.
Making one last sweep, checking behind doors for any glass, Tim cantered down the steps.
"Clear upstairs," he called out as he walked towards the kitchen. "Tell Jeff I'm ..." Tim's voice trailed off as he couldn't immediately set eyes on Raylan and a jolt of panic shot through him.
"RAYLAN?!" he shouting his partner's name even as he stepped into the kitchen and found the older marshal on the floor. Concern for his partner was stark on his pale face and in his blue eyes, only slightly abating when he saw him on the floor.
"Comfortable?" He asked. Leaning a hand on the counter, as he caught his breath and steadied his body against the adrenaline surge he'd just experienced when he couldn't find Raylan.
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It was possible that some of the scratching Raylan heard was Tim upstairs making a nuisance of himself. All the mirrors and pictures came down, including what was in the bedrooms and bathroom. The mirror in the bathroom he had shared with Raylan and Jeff was anchored into the wall leaving Tim with a decision.
The logical move would be to cover the mirror with a sheet and towels but as he stood there, holding a towel in his hands Tim felt a rush of fury wash over him. Anger that he rarely allowed out past his stoic demeanor rose up like bile after a night of heavy drinking and he felt his jaw working as he stared at his reflection. His reflection in this fucking mirror, in this fucking town, that was hurting the man he loved and leaving Tim unable to stop it.
He knew that if he felt this way, what Raylan might be feeling could be ten times worse, but at that moment Tim Gutterson was just pissed. Wrapping the towel around his hand, he hauled back and aimed a punch square for his reflection in the mirror. Glass spidered from the point of impact, allowing Tim to throw a couple more cathartic punches before the shards fell out of the frame and across the counter.
"Shit," he said softly as he looked at the mess. Shaking out the towel he laid the fabric across the worst of the mess and said a silent apology to Jeff before leaving the bathroom.
Making one last sweep, checking behind doors for any glass, Tim cantered down the steps.
"Clear upstairs," he called out as he walked towards the kitchen. "Tell Jeff I'm ..." Tim's voice trailed off as he couldn't immediately set eyes on Raylan and a jolt of panic shot through him.
"RAYLAN?!" he shouting his partner's name even as he stepped into the kitchen and found the older marshal on the floor. Concern for his partner was stark on his pale face and in his blue eyes, only slightly abating when he saw him on the floor.
"Comfortable?" He asked. Leaning a hand on the counter, as he caught his breath and steadied his body against the adrenaline surge he'd just experienced when he couldn't find Raylan.