Raylan was happy enough to keep his face in Malcolm's hand, eyes slow to open to meet those blue pools that continued to undo him. Instead of answering, Raylan leaned forward and kissed him again. It was dangerous to speak, just now.

"Do it again sometime. Then I can come home to you in a place where you're comfortable and you can greet me properly. The way you'll do when we're in Miami." It was more than a statement, it was half an ask of a promise. Raylan wanted to feel that. Everything was always filled with some trepidation because of the way things were in Harlan, and the way people were.

But Malcolm wasn't like that and Raylan could set aside most of the defensive training that his entire life experience had given him.