It wasn't the same, Raylan convinced himself easily of that. He wasn't feeding the blood to Tim. Besides, the whole thing wore off in a day or so. It wasn't that big of a deal because unlike the other psychos out there, he had no intention of abusing any side effects that could ever come of it. That made it okay for him to do it, just like it had been okay for him to wield a firearm in any given situation. He knew how to do it responsibly.

Granted, Raylan had never been given vampire blood, apart from the night he'd been turned. He'd never actually experienced it as a human. He'd just been told. Not only did it create a connection, but it made the person stronger, more aware of things, all around heartier. No one had informed Raylan about the dreams it might cause. Or anything it might do for him.

"I ain't gonna let you sit here and bleed out, just sit still." He smeared his thumb over the wound before Tim could stop him. It didn't mean anything. At most, maybe others would think twice before sinking their fangs into Tim. That's it. Nothing more.