"Doesn't mean he won't try. I know Art would." Raylan glanced down, one hand covering Malcolm's soap having one to steal it and slide it around and up his back. "And he's only known me for twenty years. Which isn't much longer than you and Gil, is it. Who'd figure you'd end up working for slash with him."

But it suited Malcolm and they all knew it. Unstable enough to avoid having a badge, brilliant enough to be in the middle of the shit anyway.