Malcolm smiled softly at him, reaching up to push his fingers through Raylan's hair to help wet it through.
"Well. I stabbed my father in the heart and, if I screwed it up and he dies, my mother could go to prison, so no." He looked up at Raylan's face with naked adoration. "But you're here, so yes."
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"Well. I stabbed my father in the heart and, if I screwed it up and he dies, my mother could go to prison, so no." He looked up at Raylan's face with naked adoration. "But you're here, so yes."