There's a second where Tim thinks Raylan's going to turn him down. And while he'd accept it, because it's honestly probably for the best, it would really fucking suck. It's not like he puts himself out there often. Or at all. Which has less to do with rejection and more to do with not wanting to saddle anyone else with his baggage. This is likely just a step in the direction of making things messy and complicated anyway, so maybe Raylan's right to call it here--

But then the jeans clatter back to the floor and Raylan's hitting him with that crooked smile, and Tim almost can't believe that worked. Just like that, Raylan's staying the night. They'll wake up intertwined with wandering hands and he'll be able to experience Raylan again in a whole new light.

His mouth twists in that way that indicates he's trying not to smile, hands sliding flat up Raylan's chest and shoulders, crossing arms loosely behind his neck. He doesn't even mind that he has to look upwards a few inches to view Raylan properly. There's even something he likes about it.

"You can try to sleep in," he offers, "But I plan on makin' it real hard."