Scoffing a laugh, he played around with his next bite, unable to quite make himself take a bit while they were talking about This, this weakness, this irrationality. This thing that made him less than what he was. A good dick joke was great for a short boost of levity, but the rest of it was heavy around them and the bubbles they tended to build.

Half a glance was cast over at the unexpected arm, but he leaned into it and the kiss, bowl coming to temporarily rest in his hand on his knee, safely out of the way. His own deep breath preceded Tim's at those words and he pushed at his head gently.

"You're my partner, Tim. I trust your gut. Sometimes more than mine. If you say somethin's wrong-" be it with Raylan or the situation, "-I believe you. Trusting each other is how we stay alive at home, why should that be different here?"