"I didn't intend to get shot at all." He hadn't been overextending himself trying to be a hero; he'd just been trying to defuse a situation that was already bad, and rapidly moving to worse. And when Raylan had shown up...it had been impossible not to feel relief wash over him like a heavy blanket.

Ganymede closed his eyes when that hand came up to mold along his jaw, and all the tension abruptly left him, leaning heavily into Raylan's chest, cheek pressed to the soft fabric of his shirt. His hair was still plaited back in the long, thick braid he habitually wore it in, trailing down his spine though he tugged it over his shoulder, absently pulling on the end as he took several measured breaths, deep enough to feel his ribs expand. "I saw you when you came in and he aimed at you, and I was scared. I didn't--and don't--want you hurt because of me."