['Used to' had Raylan's brow twitching towards a worried furrow, something that settled in at Tim's shaking and flexing hands. Stepping forward, Raylan put himself behind Tim's left shoulder and tried to settle his hands on Tim's waist.

This was the dangerous part. The out of water part, the part where Raylan didn't know what Tim was like when he was twisted up this way. The part where Raylan didn't know if he'd be casted off or pushed away or worse to follow. But if Tim didn't react or react negatively, he'd slid his hands the rest of the way around him.]

It might be a fair opinion to have, but that doesn't make him right, darlin'. [Raylan kept his tone in the low, soft, lovers whisper.] What happened, with Envy, with the Entities. None of that was your fault. None of that was a failing on you. You-- [If Tim would let him, Raylan would turn him around by the waist.]

Just because the shit you saw out there ain't the shit that they saw out here doesn't make it any less important, ugly, or heartbreakingly damaging. It doesn't invalidate it or make it worthless.

You always have been and always will be an asset to whatever you set your mind to.