Those eyes search Raylan's own after his words, but more come to mind. He can see how the other suffers with this.

"If he cared for you, he'd still be here. Not me." He shakes his head gently but pushes his cheek into the touch.

"And if one Breach was all it took then --" The kiss cuts him off from his speechifying and he'll gladly close his eyes and shut up to be pulled into it. It's a soft, slow, chaste thing, like the first time he kissed Thomas. He massages his lips against Raylan's, kissing him sweetly in kind. His fingers spread out over his jaw and cheek, brushing over the shell of his ear and back through his salt and pepper hair.

Maybe he was just a little fired up on Raylan's behalf, more pissed off that Tim has hurt him like this over something so absolutely stupid. Tim didn't deserve Raylan if that were the case.