It's something they both had in common. Sort of. It wasn't so much that Raylan separated himself from his feelings, though. It was more that he swallowed them. They weren't there to be dealt with later, once he was out of the situation. They were to be forced down and forgotten, never to be discussed, analyzed or acknowledged in any form. He'd done this before even starting his car. And now, he wasn't even thinking about it. That had business to take care of. That's why they were there. He walked out of the space that housed the front desk--it couldn't really be called a lobby--and headed for the room with his key in hand. An actual key attached to a plastic tab that bore the room number. He held it up so Tim could see he had it, but didn't so much as look in the direction of the SUV. He just headed for the room.