Tim hesitated for a minute, in the midst of cutting off a bit of pancake with his fork, as if he was about to delve into an answer to Raylan's question. But in the end, the sniper shook his head.
"Don't have his file," he said simply. "Or other people from his world giving me a low down. I'll do him the favor of not making assumptions." Which sounded snarky but to be fair Tim was usually the man in the office who poured over the files, and memorized the jackets. Despite his reputation with a gun, and youth, he was methodical in studying his targets, careful not to work from assumption.
Raylan had the better gut instinct for that sort of snap decision, which was why Tim often backed his older partner's plays. Even when they ran counter to his own way of doing things. Speaking of which, the younger marshal looked over at hazel eyes and offered Raylan one of his rare, genuine smiles.
"Might be on our back foot here," he acknowledged, "but good lawmen are good lawmen, no matter the situation. You're a good lawman, Raylan. Don't doubt yourself."
"Mm, well, just remember you have to start somewhere." Tim already knew that on a practical level, but that's not quite what Raylan meant. Hazard guesses weren't assumptions in Raylan's opinion; they were more flexible then that, clearly annotated with an asterisk - Subject to Change or abandonment with additional information.
He couldn't help but smile back, ducking his head a little with a passing humble 'shrug' of downturned lips that curled back into their lazy position easily.
"So are you. And don't think I don't see you out here subtly 'Art'ing your way around us." His smile spread a little more, the next words coming with a level of soft sincerity that wasn't often offered. "It's appreciated."
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"Don't have his file," he said simply. "Or other people from his world giving me a low down. I'll do him the favor of not making assumptions." Which sounded snarky but to be fair Tim was usually the man in the office who poured over the files, and memorized the jackets. Despite his reputation with a gun, and youth, he was methodical in studying his targets, careful not to work from assumption.
Raylan had the better gut instinct for that sort of snap decision, which was why Tim often backed his older partner's plays. Even when they ran counter to his own way of doing things. Speaking of which, the younger marshal looked over at hazel eyes and offered Raylan one of his rare, genuine smiles.
"Might be on our back foot here," he acknowledged, "but good lawmen are good lawmen, no matter the situation. You're a good lawman, Raylan. Don't doubt yourself."
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He couldn't help but smile back, ducking his head a little with a passing humble 'shrug' of downturned lips that curled back into their lazy position easily.
"So are you. And don't think I don't see you out here subtly 'Art'ing your way around us." His smile spread a little more, the next words coming with a level of soft sincerity that wasn't often offered. "It's appreciated."