"I'm a simple man, Raylan. Just use what you have in your pants," Tim teased with a quick, impish grin.

But it was just that, teasing. Teasing with no genuine expectation or even suggestion of anything more physical than sitting here as a comforting presence. Since Tim didn't feel the prickle on his skin that tended to alert him to people in the nearby vicinity, he took the risk of wrapping an arm around Raylan's broad shoulders. Pulling the older man towards him, careful of the ice cream, and turning to kiss his temple with chaste sweetness.

"I wish I could offer you grand, sweeping promises," he spoke against the older man's hairline. "But this place ..." Enough said, right? Tim took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, bumping his forehead against Raylan's temple. "Thank you, for trusting and coming back to me."