The first time Malcolm had washed his hair, Raylan let it happen because it was cute but now he genuinely enjoyed the care and tenderness, not to mention the fingers, that Malcolm put into it, into him, every time.

"I wouldn't complain about that, but I don't want to go two or more months without seeing you and you don't want me stayin' at that bar." They were on the same page about carrying on with the plan. "You probably don't want me accidently drawin' down on your mother again either."