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"You mean no one will be able to frame me by putting something nasty in my trunk? Be still my heart," he said, only half sarcastic because his heart was kinda beating out of his chest. Malcolm could probably tell with the way Raylan gripped the wheel a little to tight, hands moving a little too often as his town car engine pull them ahead of the speed limit by a few miles an hour.

"Don't wait for me on any of those decisions," he said freely with a glance over. "I'm not great with 'em and your tastes are better than mine." Something else easily admitted. Raylan was a bum next to Malcolm, or it felt that way sometimes.

"We're really doin' this," he breathed out, still in a half state of shock.