The kiss deepened with the spread of Raylan's lips and it would be clear that he was wrapping himself in the softness of the moment before he broke it, keeping their faces close together. He knew he had to say something; he couldn't kiss and charm his way out of being seen and he couldn't deny the knotting cluster of feelings tightening and writhing in his chest.

"Careful there, Captian. I'mma start thinkin' you're sweet on me.." His thumb brushed back and forth, features crumbling into a faint pinch as he continued. "I want to believe all of that. I keep goin' over it all, tryin' to.. Tryin' to see where lookin' at it that way is.. wrong. Where he was right and I'm just too.. I dunno. Alls I do know is that.." He swallows thickly. Going any further was a leap of faith for so many reasons.

"I like you bein' here. Even if you change your mind and don't come back tomorrow, or decide next week that you don't want the company.." Raylan's head shifts a little, thumb brushing over James's lips. "I don't want to feel guilty over what those parts of ourselves did then or anythin' we do now."

The large parts of him that agreed with everything Flint said demanded an answer as to why he should feel guilty. All Raylan had ever wanted was some peace and some company that enjoyed being there with him. Simple. Shame that was so hard to find and since it was, he wasn't gonna take this for granted.