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Raylan watched Tim sway just a little, hips loose. Raylan can’t stop his eyes from tracking the fluid moments of Tim’s hands digging in his pockets, his tongue darting out to wet his lip, his legs as he hops down from on the lip on the ramp.
“Evenin’ soldier,” Tim says, his voice deeper than usual; drawling. Raylan shivers. “Uhh, I didn’t bring my cape. Guessin’ this will suffice.” His speech is careful but Raylan can tell he’s drunk. Tim’s face is softly flushed and he looks more vulnerable than Raylan has ever seen him. He’s beautiful. He’s off limits.