It was only Malcolm's grab that stopped him, dark worried eyes coming down to meet his and the soft kiss that he was given. He knew Malcolm meant well and wouldn't be saying anything if it wasn't important; it was a hard pill to even consider swallowing.

With the door opening, Raylan turned around and headed to the bedroom to slip on his boxers and jeans, leaving the belt on and unbuckled. He didn't opt for a shirt and didn't lose the robe, coming back into the suite room a moment later, trying to focus more on food than how he felt.