Sometimes, it was a boring job. Actually, most of the time the job was pretty boring, and Tim spent more time doing shit-all around the office than actually out doing leg work. At least Raylan had brought some drama with him when he arrived. Tim had to admire the way trouble followed Raylan around like a lost puppy looking for a home. It made work way more interesting.

Usually.

But that wasn't the case at the moment. It was a later night at the office than usual, spent waiting on some important paperwork to be faxed over that absolutely couldn't wait until morning. (Tim suspected that Art was punishing Raylan for doing something stupid and he got caught in the gravitational pull.) Tim sat, leaning back in his chair, feet up on his desk while he ate some sour candies.

After a long stretch of silence, one of those candies hit Raylan's cheek with a soft pap sound.