Malcolm Bright

A feeling Raylan could commiserate with as their fingers laced together. It had hurt to not touch Malcolm, greet him the way that he wanted. That he needed to.

"No they're not."

The question and statement made him huff a laugh as much as it made his palms itch. "About two and a half hours." He glanced over. "You wanna pull over on the side of the road, make out like I did when I was a teenager?" He wasn't opposed. His thinking was that the sooner they got 'home', the sooner he could wrap himself around and breathe Malcolm in.