The tug in his hair earns a hum and a flash of impishness in his expression as the kiss breaks, playful eyes following Tim before the rest of his body did. Ironically, he thought of the same exact joke - wasn't he a real pain in the ass now - but he didn't know how comfortable Tim was with that kind of commentary. He knew how comfortable he was about it, but that comfort depended entirely on if he felt secure in his situation. Tim and his apartment were safe. Tim had- no, shared - some secrets that Raylan did; on the plainest level, they faced the same threat.

Raylan gets to enjoy the full view of Tim's back as they're led along, him glancing around the room, eyes lingering for a moment on what must be a picture of Tim's mother before his attention is drawn to which side of the bed Tim got in on. Important information. The stiff movements get a smirk, but Raylan doesn't say anything until he crawls into the sheets next to Tim.

"I snore too loud, just elbow me real hard."

He waits until Tim turns off the light to drape a loose arm over Tim's waist, scooting fractionally closer. He unabashedly loved this shit, though it was always better if they fell into tangles for those post sex cuddles he enjoyed so much. Once they were both settled, Raylan pushes his luck a little further and drops a kiss onto Tim's shoulder without a word - a silent 'Thank you' before he drifts off.