Raylan and Tim were talking amongst themselves, all hand gestures from one save one glance given to the man standing next to his car. They nodded at each other and walked the kids to Tim's truck, sliding them into the back seat before Raylan sent them off with a slap on the car door.

He headed back towards Malcolm, long stride making shorter work of it, until he was in talking distance again.

"'M afraid that coffee and the rest of your tea has been confiscated as supplies in case either of the shitheads try to claim abuse." He smiled crookedly. "You expect it to be hot when you got down here?"

Goddamn he was glad to see you, Malcolm.