Malcolm Bright

The shushes that came from Raylan were instinctual and as Malcolm registered reality, he uncuffed Malcolm's far arm so he could be wrapped around properly.

"It's alright," he whispered into Malcolm's ear as he hugged him, hand moving reassuringly up and down his lower back. "And I hate to add one nightmare to another, but your mother is here." Not exactly what Malcolm wanted to be greeted with, Raylan was sure, but better to get that out of the way before anything else happened.