Raylan's head followed Malcolm around as far as he could, humming softly as he felt the arms slip around him and sliding his hand up Malcolm's forearm. This, this warmth, this solid weight against him was worth whatever argument they had to have.

He'd mouthwash in the morning.

"Which onna those you want me to answer first," he asked with a curl of a smile. "I've slept in my jeans often enough that they're not uncomfortable and we're not going to be down long enough to really make it worth it." That was okay too. He wanted to lay down but he also didn't want to break the contact so he opted to just wait a minute and enjoy it. Even if his breathing started softening quicker than he anticipated.