The drive of Raylan's thrusts slow to a stop in the span of those few short kisses, head dropping down to almost rest on Tim's shoulder as Raylan tries to catch his breath. Tim untangles from him but there's no rush from him to hurry, so Raylan doesn't. He doesn't think about later either, or them at work. It was a can he would kick down the road as far as he could.

Those kinds of conversations tended to close doors, in Raylan's experience. 'This was nice but-'. Putting off that gut punch of demanded discipline again, which he feared would be harder, now that he'd fully gotten to enjoy a night with his partner. Now that he knew what it was like to hold Tim against him in the lazy warmth of bed and what it felt like to sleep next to him.

He can't help but huff half a laugh at Tim's new conundrum, shifting his hips to slide himself out as he lifts up enough to bring Tim's face into focus, wearing that shit eating grin again.

"If she gives you any looks, bring her a pie and a smile. It'll charm her right into defendin' your right to be young," he drawls, shifting himself out from between Tim's leg but settling next to him, one hand staying on Tim's hip. "Maybe you'll get lucky and she'll've left her hearin' aids out. I'm more worried about your wall."