The two fingers were downed in one go and he poured another two before capping the scotch and putting it away. Instead of answering, Raylan strode back over and reached for Malcolm, one hand sliding around his neck as the other one wrapped around his waist to tightly hold them together. It didn't matter that his lip started drumming again in soft pain. When it broke, Raylan pulled back only just enough to put Malcolm into focus in his vision.

"I don't need to put back anything for you. You're covered. I don't need to put back anything for me. I'm fine. Everything I'm putting back, it's for her. Winona can take care of herself and yes, I still love her. I always will. But the fifth time will not be the charm and I am tired of her leaving me. I am happy with you. In a way I wasn't with her over six plus years. More time in Miami isn't going to change that. It's not going to make me love you less or make me want this less. I'm.. I'm working on my part."