Malcolm nodded, setting his head on Raylan's shoulder.

"I'd love to come to Lexington after..."

After his father lived or his father died. Well. It had been nice not thinking about that for half an hour. Maybe that was why he'd clung to something else so doggedly once he found it.

He swallowed and lifted his head. "I'm overdue anyway. I should have come weeks ago, things have just..."

He frowned faintly, glancing around. He'd thought Raylan would come to bed with him, was about to start heading them in that direction, but it suddenly occurred to him Raylan hadn't brought a bag.

"You're not staying," he realized. "No," he said quickly, "of course. I know you can't drop everything every time I have a nervous breakdown," he said with a weak laugh. "Nobody in the world has that much vacation time. When are you leaving?"

Because if it was soon enough that he'd slip away while Malcolm was asleep, maybe he wouldn't sleep.