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Raylan didn't intend to gossip. Not that he'd call it that anyway. It's more recon for him, intel gathering on someone watching his back.
"Kid's good if we could get him to stop mumblin'."
"It's like his jaw's broke or was."
"Might've been some black ops shit?"
"Really?"
"We'll never know. He don't talk about himself. Might try pickin' that habit up, Raylan."
"Funny."
Tim slides into the booth across from them. Lips slightly parted, teeth together, he says, "Y'all never had to hide what you were talkin' about from someone with a scope. It shows. Jaw's fine."
"Well, damn."