Malcolm struggled for a few moments, but he jolted awake suddenly, mid-struggle, until Raylan's face swam into focus in his vision.
Breathing heavily, he reached for him, restraints jangling as he moved, hoping the day wouldn't come when Raylan was tired of holding him after being rudely awoken at odd hours. Part of him was still deeply afraid that this would get wearing on the Marshal over time and he'd choose not to deal with it anymore. At the same time, he knew Raylan loved him. Him, the way he actually was. He could see the truth of it in the other man's face when he said it. What if he didn't get fed up with it? What if he stayed and if Malcolm had to be assaulted in his sleep, he could wake up like this?
He clung to his neck with the arm that could reach, the other splayed at his ribs, burying his face in Raylan's shoulder, letting the tangibility of him and the scent of him bring Malcolm down from the adrenaline and cortisol rush of panic.
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Breathing heavily, he reached for him, restraints jangling as he moved, hoping the day wouldn't come when Raylan was tired of holding him after being rudely awoken at odd hours. Part of him was still deeply afraid that this would get wearing on the Marshal over time and he'd choose not to deal with it anymore. At the same time, he knew Raylan loved him. Him, the way he actually was. He could see the truth of it in the other man's face when he said it. What if he didn't get fed up with it? What if he stayed and if Malcolm had to be assaulted in his sleep, he could wake up like this?
He clung to his neck with the arm that could reach, the other splayed at his ribs, burying his face in Raylan's shoulder, letting the tangibility of him and the scent of him bring Malcolm down from the adrenaline and cortisol rush of panic.