Raylan couldn't argue with that. It irritated him. And it showed. Because he knew all too well what Tim referred to, though it was more that Raylan couldn't drink anymore. He had to find other things to wind down and relax. Bourbon just didn't have the same effect it used to. But he wasn't sure he would agree that it was any better. It was a hell of a lot more dangerous, that's for sure.

There was more to it that he didn't want to think about. Especially that last bit about being able to relax. That held far more meaning than he wanted to even start to consider. But he understood it on a level he couldn't quite describe and doubted it had anything to do with that strange connection.

He just let out a slow breath, lips pressed together, trying very hard to not think about any of this. All the while part of him was reaching out across that connection and whispering "come closer." It wasn't conscious on his part, though he did consider getting up and going over to Tim himself. That just wouldn't do. It would ruin the stubborn vibe he had going on. So he just sat, silently and unintentionally beckoning.