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Raylan hummed as he wrapped an arm around Malcolm's shoulder as his weight came in, pressing a brief, fond kiss into his damp hair. They'd be alright, right?

"Hm? Oh. It's kinda hard to schedule around my schedule. Crime doesn't take 'I want to spend time with my daughter' I.O.U's. The solution, so far, is to call me when she can't take it anymore and her sister needs a break. She's not even living in Lexington, ya know. Outside of town by about 2 hours. We're.. trying to avoid court and joint custody hearings, if we can help it."

And Raylan trusted that it was the right thing, blindly overlooking how badly that could fuck him later if Winona got vindictive.

"I imagine that it'll get a little more stable once.. Well, once I'm not living out of a motel room and dealin' with the impossible to predict shitfire that is Harlan. So Miami, maybe."