Tim leaned away again once Raylan stepped back, swallowing hard. He didn't like the feeling that was rising in his chest, especially since he couldn't seem to put a name to it. The explanation he was given was not necessarily what he thought it might be. It could be interpreted in a number of ways, and Tim couldn't quite pinpoint what part of It Raylan was actually referring too. His expression remained carefully blank as he searched Raylan's face. He didn't like making stabs in the dark, he liked knowing. Tim shook his head. "What part of it is gettin' harder?" For once, his voice wasn't accusatory or snarky or angry. It was genuine. He wanted to know.