"Mm, whatever I can," Raylan promised, pushing Malcolm back a little to rinse out the healthy suds his fingers had swirled into life. The ache to get to Miami sprung up again, but he pushed it back down into its corner. He was lucky to get these stolen moments of pure utter happiness, even if naked in the shower with a younger man had ever been on his radar.

Tim would be proud.

"There a matching conditioner for this or do you mix and match?"