He nodded. "Let's get you home. They'll take care of him and I'm sure if anything changes, they'll call." He was sure that Gil and the team had told him to go home, but Malcolm was a notoriously bad listener when he was in the thick of it. Raylan was pretty confident he could manage to get it done.

He looked over. "Do you have something to eat at your apartment or are we gonna have to steal Jello off the breakfast trays on our way out?"