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He was greeted with Raylan's arm around his shoulders, fingers coming up to settle in the ends of Malcolm's neck hair as he studied the endlessly blue eyes that met his.

"We are in this together. Doing this together. And I know what statistics tell you but by those numbers, I should already be down. I wouldn't put myself in unnecessary danger; it's a collage bar. I lost because I'd been drinkin' a little too much Jim Beam. That's not to say that I'm tryin' to put off anything, I'm not." He just wanted to explain, somehow.

"The older I get, the less I sleep. I don't know if its stress or what, but I can get by on four hours, if I have to, with a nap in between. I am not unaware of the ramifications of exhaustion."