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[putyoudown]

Raylan (43) Save a horse, ride a cowboy.

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YES / MATCH / TICK
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NO / CROSS
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[putyoudown]

[...holy shit.]

[He almost sends a check out of pure happiness to see a familiar face, but manages to contain himself last second.]

That's rude.

[dontmiss]

[Tim wasn't really expecting to see anyone from home here, even Raylan.]

[He should have known, though.]

So's your face.

[putyoudown]

[Shit, if this is the trade-off for Boyd showing up, it...well, maybe not quite makes up for it, but shit, he missed having someone around who knows him. Actually knows him, not the quasi-guesswork used as a weapon from Boyd.]

Do you remember being here before?

[dontmiss]

What're you talking about?

[putyoudown]

So that's a no.

[dontmiss]

It's my first time. Be gentle.

[putyoudown]

Oh, jesus.

[Although he's finding he's...maybe not quite as terrified of Tim maybe knowing he swings that way as he was last time he had to think about it. Huh.]

You were here when I got here, but you left. In August or September, maybe? I got here in June. They got a bunch of explanations for how this can happen.

[dontmiss]

...hit me.

[He is skeptical.]

[putyoudown]

I don't know any of them well enough to explain it. [Also he doesn't want to.] You can ask at City Hall when you go do the gun registry thing.

[He's just gonna assume Tim brought guns with him.]

[dontmiss]

Thanks, Raylan, that's real helpful.

[Of course he brought guns with him.]

[putyoudown]

You want the shitty explanation from me that won't make any sense or the good one from a place you were going to anyway?

[dontmiss]

What's wrong with both?

[putyoudown]

Let me rephrase, then: I don't feel like it.

[dontmiss]

Way to be an asshole, man.

What was I up to when I was here?

[putyoudown]

Well, it ain't like I was up in your business all the time, but you had some friends and others.

You took me to a drag show, but you claimed it was accidental.

[dontmiss]

Anyone I should watch out for? Angry exes likely to try and wreck my shit?

[He doubts it was accidental, but he will not break Tim Solidarity by saying so.

And yes, Tim Solidarity is a thing he just made up.]

[putyoudown]

None that you told me about, but I'm not sure you'd be likely to tell me.

[Raylan actually sort of bought that it was accidental at the time, if only because Tim could not stop laughing when they realized. It was clearly the greatest thing that had ever happened to him.]

[He'd also taken video of Raylan drunkenly making out with a drag queen, but Raylan's not telling him about that.]

[dontmiss]

You mean I didn't gossip with you about my sex life like a teenage girl? That seems out-of-character.

[But Tim wants to knowwwww.]

[putyoudown]

What can I say? Your social butterfly self wasn't up to it.

[Nope.]

[dontmiss]

I guess I'll have to ask, then.

[putyoudown]

I'm sure anyone who's still around would let you know if you post something up.

Here to suck dick, huh?

[dontmiss]

That's the general idea of the place, right?

[Not betraying any awkwardness that he just passively came out to Raylan. That's the Tim Gutterson way.]

[putyoudown]

Suppose it is.

[There are wheels turning in Raylan's head. Slowly. But if you expected any kind of freakout, it's not coming.]

As a heads up: Boyd Crowder's around.

[dontmiss]

I'm just about as surprised at him being here as I am about you.

[read: slightly, but feeling like he shouldn't be. Raylan being here without Boyd so they can continue their weird hate-eyesex thing would have been more surprising.]

[putyoudown]

I'm supposed to steer clear of him.