Malcolm Bright

Had no one told him that before? That was the only thing he could gather from that passing look before Malcolm was pressing himself back into his shoulder. Raylan slid one hand up into his hairline as the other wrapped around his shoulder, and he had a feeling that Malcolm had been needing a good hug like this since the barnacle like one that Raylan had been greeted with.

Note to self: Hug often.

A beat later, Raylan was whispering. "I hope you've got a big hot water tank." Because they were using it.