Malcolm slipped around him to get him under the spray; he would not be deprived of the pleasure. He slid his fingers up into Raylan's hair, working the conditioner out.

"I'll see what they have."

The expression on his face as he carefully rinsed Raylan's hair wasn't fully a smile, but it was peacefully thoughtful. Peace was another emotion not often seen on his face. Raylan was setting records all over the place.

Once he was done, he pulled the curtain back, letting Raylan get the water while he grabbed the towels, passing one to Raylan when he was ready.

"What's your favourite book?" he asked. Yes, he had been thinking about that library request.