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Raylan hummed a little sound into the kiss, hands shifting with Malcolm for maximum contact, one drifting over his shoulder as the other settled at the midline of his back as he looked up at him just as softly.

"You would have found a way to get through it," Raylan promised quietly. "You're not weak or fragile when it comes to dealing with the shit life's thrown at you." He kept it firmly in the front of his mind that Malcolm had been on meds for twenty something years and survived everything without Raylan so far.. It kept his ego in check.

"But I'm glad I'm here too so you don't have to," he continued, off hand moving from his shoulder to slide around the side of his neck, thumb brushing out along Malcolm's jaw. "Anytime you need me." It was a solemn promise.