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Raylan hummed at the slide of Malcolm's hands, finishing what soaping he could with his reach and setting the bar aside, just in time to take the offered shampoo bottle. He pulled back enough to squirt some into his hand, huffing a breath at the sputter of air that came with it.

"Shampooing and getting shampooed is easily the most intimate thing I've ever done." He loved it. The shampoo was rubbed between his hands and quickly carded through Malcolm's hair before it could go anywhere, hazel gaze more focused on Malcolm's face than the task that he did easily.

"Ruined me for showers by myself," he teased with a wink.