The soap was set down on the small jutting bit of wall that served as the soap holder so that he could rinse his hands off in the stream that was running off Malcolm again, rinsing Malcolm's back while he did it.

"Just don't go too far the other way," Raylan warned with a grin. "Nothing comfortable about sitting down and feeling like the couch is going to eat you whole. Maybe a loveseat or something to go with a few chairs on the terrace too, so we can sit together, hold hands." Because that's how it played out in his mind.

With his hands clear, Raylan started raking them gently through Malcolm's hair, letting the water get to the roots that Malcolm's thick hair otherwise diverted as best it could so he could get some shampoo into his hands and into Malcolm's hair after a step back from the water.