In not rushing, in not having to worry about going too far too fast, something in Raylan relaxed. Something deep inside him that had been coiled tight for so long he'd stopped noticing it. And as it unclenched, he found it harder to resist that urge of his. Not because he wanted it any more or less than before, but because as he started to relax, conscious thought because far less of a priority. So it wasn't long at all before he was shifting his position, his hands gently trying to push Tim back onto the bed.