That trust was a two way street and one of the many reasons that Raylan didn't have a problem getting Tim home securely. Tim Gutterson had saved his ass several times already, in ways that Raylan couldn't ever repay.
"I was wonderin' if that was yours." Yes, he had several jokes lined up about it. (Nevermind that Tim was inexplicably some kind of 'cute' with the bigness of it on him, though Raylan would be very hard pressed to say that statement out loud.) There was a half second where Raylan considered joking about the security of his own flannel, but he decides that its too suggestive, considering everything.
"You got a lotta flannel trophies then?"
Tim didn't live too far away, though everything was all of twenty minutes from itself until you really got outta town, and Raylan didn't need directions. Not that he'd ever been to Tim's apartment, but he knew the address.
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"I was wonderin' if that was yours." Yes, he had several jokes lined up about it. (Nevermind that Tim was inexplicably some kind of 'cute' with the bigness of it on him, though Raylan would be very hard pressed to say that statement out loud.) There was a half second where Raylan considered joking about the security of his own flannel, but he decides that its too suggestive, considering everything.
"You got a lotta flannel trophies then?"
Tim didn't live too far away, though everything was all of twenty minutes from itself until you really got outta town, and Raylan didn't need directions. Not that he'd ever been to Tim's apartment, but he knew the address.