Appreciating the fact that Raylan pulled the spotlight off, Tim sat back with a piece of bacon and gnawed on it thoughtfully. He was definitely used to eating on the move and tended to tuck into his food and get it over and done with, unless amusing himself on a stakeout. This more laid back, casual nomming was a rarity and spoke to his comfort in sitting and talking with the older marshal.

"Being a pain in the ass to Sweeney would just be a cruelty," he said after he swallowed a mouthful of bacon. "I am as happy to be a dick to assholes as the next deputy US Marshal, but what we're doing here ain't about that. The more I give him to fight against, the more he can use that to avoid all the shit he's got under his hat."

Tapping the bacon on the plate, through his fingers again and again, Tim was pensive for a moment before he continued.

"Thing is I think he actually wants to start unpacking some of that shit, but he needs someone to keep his stride steady as he does it."