Raylan watched him carefully as he pulled back, hand coming around to his jaw for a moment before settling over Malcolm's shoulder. He didn't want to stop touching him yet, soaping or not.

"Yeah, if you want me to. I've got nothing planned outside of booking my ticket back to Lexington and I'm not ready to think about when I'm leavin' yet. And maybe my bein' there will help Gil go a little easier on you, not that he seems to stand too firm when you've got your mind set on something."

Something else he loved about Malcolm. No one got anywhere in life by always doing what they were told.