Tim is patient. Part of it natural, engrained in him a long time ago from spending days tucked away on rocky cliff slides, simply watching and waiting. But some of it is definitely because he wants to savor every single second he has Raylan beneath him like this. Just in case it's the only time he ever gets to outside of his own fantasies.

He takes his time, biting and sucking a sizeable mark below Raylan's collarbone. When he leans back, he leaves behind an angry red blotch that promises to bruise. He takes the hem of Raylan's undershirt, pulling it straight up over his head and tossing it aside, and only then does he allow Raylan to pull his shirt off too.

"Then make 'em ask some questions."

Oh, he's definitely properly drunk. A little more sober, and he might not be inviting Raylan to leave his neck littered in marks. At the same time, nobody in the office had the balls to try to pry into Tim's personal life, and the only one stupid enough to try was Nelson.