"Hey." Flint's brow furrows softly and he pushes himself up onto his elbow to look down at Raylan so he can reach up and gently take his chin and turn his eyes to him.

"You didn't make him leave. That was his choice. And if he didn't love you enough to stay and to talk it out and work through it, then he wasn't worth it from the start." His thumb brushes over his chin.

"And the breach, that wasn't us as we are now, it was different. Not just a whole other version of ourselves in a whole other world, but like a past self from a whole other timeline. Even if we remember and still feel what it was like. It wasn't us. It was a version of us. A version of you that wasn't tethered or didn't know he was with Tim. And if he couldn't handle that? That's on him. It didn't change anything, it didn't change how you felt, or how you're feeling now because of it. It's Tim's loss. You need to stop beating yourself up for things you couldn't have known or done anything about. You don't have to apologize or feel guilty for just living and enjoying yourself while you can." He leans over and gives him a little peck on the forehead.

"You didn't do anything wrong. You don't need to punish yourself."