I should send a letter of thanks, [He only half jokingly teases. Raylan looks over at the gesture towards the drink, happily taking it up in his hand as he shifts to lean his hip against the countertop, one hand still loosely held around Tim's waist.]

It's a pain in the ass. [Said with a sigh, Raylan pause only long enough to take a sip of his drink. ] Endin' up tellin' Fitz a little about Arlo and I think Roman might explode if anyone looks at him too hard. Nothin' that's too much to handle, anyway..

Sure didn't expect dinner when I got back. What's goin' with these carrots?