The warmth of Raylan at his back stilled his hands for the moment and he closed his eyes.

"After today, a drink sounds pretty good. I'll see if they have any kind of a soup I can eat. Something hot sounds appealing, too."

He set one hand on Raylan's arm around his middle, dialing with the hand holding the receiver. Once he was assured that a cheeseburger with fries, chicken noodle soup and a fifth of Jim Beam were on their way, he hung up and turned around in Raylan's arms so he could wrap his own arms tightly around Raylan and lean his forehead into Raylan's temple with a hum as tension eased noticeably out of his body.