Willa reached up with her fat little hand, clumsily grabbing at Malcolm's tie as her mouth opened only to catch her own empty fist. Raylan knew his smile hadn't vanished; he could feel it still there, almost making his cheeks hurt.

"People, sure. But situations?" Raylan tilted his head a little, eyebrows lifting a fraction. "Almost always optimistic. Even if its just to things turning out well. She'll need that. Hell, I need that."