It was the cheapest habit that Tim could get himself, and one of the healthier ones too. Tim got Raylan whiskey, Raylan got Tim snacks. It was the start of a beautiful pattern.

Grunting behind a nod, Raylan peered at the cell doors and the general state of Zero. "I'll set you up to get into mine too, just in case."

Dark hazels fell back onto Tim. "The deck. Gonna survey the damage, see if there's anything I can help with, even if that's sweeping up glass. Hellva way to start a new year, isn't it. Things quiet down here?"