Tim had seen Raylan angry before. They might not have worked together for very long before the other got turned, but it was sort of hard to miss. Raylan seemed to be angry frequently, as if where Tim had endless patience, the ex-deputy had none. But this was a different kind of anger. It was the kind of tight-jawed, tense-armed rage Tim used to see in his daddy. Only Raylan had the mind to push it back instead of act on it.

But it let Tim know that he was treading on very thin ice.

"I believe it was about two minutes ago I asked you if there was anything else you weren't tellin' me," Tim said, and he was quiet and calm in all the ways Raylan wasn't. "I guess I could be wrong, but I reckoned that somethin' like that might be covered by that question."

They were close again. Closer than they should've been. Tim could still see the dark red rage in Raylan's eyes, even now that it was faded, and that should've been enough to tell him to back the fuck off. But Tim never was very good at self-preservation. Instead, he was quite skilled in the art of self-destruction. So he tilted his chin up, and looked Raylan in the eyes as he said, softly, "I can't decide if that sounds more like a threat or a promise."