Tim flexed his fingers in an unconscious action; reaching for the comforting grip of his rifle. Even his sidearm did not provide the same comfort as the awkward weight of the rifle but as he had neither at the moment he settled for giving his teeth another grind.

Then he exhaled explosively and forced himself to relax. If he gave Raylan the opportunity to be direct with him, he trusted the man would be direct with him. Raylan was many kinds of an asshole but he was a direct asshole. It was part of his charm, and part of why Tim tended to give him leeway when he knew Raylan was lying to his face.

Looking at the other man's features Tim recognized that Raylan wasn't -or at least did not believe- that he was lying to him now. The events Raylan recalled were almost a year ago for Tim, and he wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse.

"Any chance we skip the beer and go straight to the moonshine?"