Tim stood up, to meet Raylan at the door, to slam it shut again and put himself between it and the vampire. He hadn't been happy when this meeting started, and he'd only grown more and more annoyed the longer it went on. Probably, he should've just let Raylan go. They both needed to cool down. The longer they argued, the more agitated they would get, and that wasn't bound to lead to anything good. It never did. But Tim was having trouble letting it go.

All he wanted to do before was get this over with. Now all he wanted to do was fight. Funny how Raylan brought that out in him.

He pressed his back against the door, already knowing that if Raylan wanted to move him, he could. But he looked up at the other anyway, jaw tight. "You didn't think that was somethin' you should've told us?"

What he really meant was 'something you should've told me,' but it was easier to pretend it was just about the marshal's service, and not himself.