Malcolm didn’t know if it would go anywhere from here or if it meant he did have any claim to anything in this room, but for the moment he was happy just to have the quiet affection and assurance that calmed his racing, swirling thoughts down into sweet, pleasant sensations.

As that kiss broke, Malcolm pulled back just enough to see Raylan’s face in the dimness of the room, his hand still on the marshal’s jaw, clutching it with gentle pressure. He looked like he might say something, but nothing seemed adequate and he leaned back in for another kiss instead.