Raylan inhaled, chin lifting a little as he brushed his thumb back a few times on Malcolm's back. They were getting into areas, promises, half promises, admissions that he wasn't ready to. Malcolm wanted him? Malcolm didn't know what he brought into a life, or how many flaws he had or how angry he really was.

"I'm not as great as you think, I promise," he assured, withdrawing a little. Not with as many bodies that he's laid in the ground. Justified or not, the world was a better place for it and Raylan felt no real guilt beyond that of humanity. He'd still taken those lives. No matter the reward. He didn't even feel bad about them. But intrinsically, something in him still pointed out the wrongness of it. And that he couldn't shoulder so gracefully.