His hands paused, splayed across Raylan's stomach as Raylan's hands directed his gaze up to his face.

Something flickered across his features, followed by a watery smile.

Raylan was saying that his getting better or being 'fixed' somehow wasn't a condition of staying with him and nobody had ever explicitly told him that before. Some part of him expected that even Raylan had a point where this going on forever would become Too Much, but he hoped they wouldn't reach it too quickly once they actually lived together. He really, really wanted that day to never come. Maybe it wouldn't.

He set the soap on the shelf and slid his arms around Raylan, pressing his cheek into Raylan's shoulder, holding him tightly.