"I'm not arguin' that you should," Raylan said softly as he finally moved from his hip lean on the counter to starting some of the French Press coffee. He'd asked Malcolm how to do it before, but this was the first chance he'd gotten to make coffee for Malcolm.

"He doesn't have a pretty story." He knew and doubted that Jessica knew all of what that attempt by Martin way back when really lead to. She didn't need to know, so he wasn't going to be the one to fill in those blanks. "But I can promise you that when he's with me, I'll be lookin' after him. And you're not goin' to jail," he said with a pull of his smile. "Everythin' that's wrapped up in this? Too many faults lie on the guy who forced you into it. Just cry a little at the Judge, you'll get 'em wrapped around your finger in no time."