Malcolm Bright

"If it makes you feel better, then yes." If it fixed.. this, then yes. He could shut up and let Malcolm do something inarguably unnecessary and wholly too good for Willa's future. "But only if you think about it in the morning when you're more.. level."

Raylan reluctantly pulled back, one hand sliding down Malcolm's arm to tangle their fingers together so he could pull him towards the kitchen, letting him go so he could tend to his pills.

"I'm not exhausted and worn down, but I take your point." Well, if he had been anything other then that, he might not have lost the fight that started this argument and so prettily colored his face. "This isn't gonna kill me, Malcolm. I can handle some drunks."