"There's more than a few around to choose from," he replied, catching Malcolm's fingers as he withdrew for a small squeeze before Raylan let him go. Taking his time to adjust his hat and get out, Raylan was still lingering by the car as he eyed Malcolm safely getting into a taxi.

Now he could go to work.

As soon as he stepped in the office, he knew he was gonna get some shit, if by nothing more than the smug little curl of Tim's lips that he pointedly ignored as he said his good mornings. But Tim wasn't one to let him off so easy.

"You get your visitor all settled?"

Raylan gave him a look. "He got himself settled, but yes. Isn't even gonna peruse action against the Marshal's Service for the damage he took from that headbutt." As though it'd ever work. Tim's eyes narrowed a little bit, jaw shifting thoughtfully.

"I don't suppose you want to keep him outta the report, do you?"

Raylan scoffed. "Why? He was there, wasn't he?"

Rachel came out of Art's - Her office and looked at them. "Come here, you two."

They glanced at each other, suddenly comrades again as they filed into the 'principle's office. Raylan was in trouble again for having shot that guy in the calf but, like always, he was gonna get away with it with only a slap on the wrist.

Once that was over and they'd been dismissed to actually write their report on what the hell happened, now with Acting Chief Brookes oversight, Tim didn't stop.

"You gonna tell me what's up with you and the guy from New York or are you gonna make me dig?"

Raylan only lifted his eyebrows with an almost mockingly sweet pull of his smile.

"Only if you're gonna tell me why you're takin' to having a drink fifty miles outta town."

Tim eyed him and grunted before turning to his paperwork. "No way in hell."

Raylan grinned and did the same.