There was no stopping the way his face softened or the way his smile curled as he looked over at the movement and met the kiss. Raylan's free hand came up around Malcolm's shoulder, holding him against him for the moment with a tight grip. He wouldn't be able to articulate just how those words really made him feel, a hot swelling his chest that made him feel like he was capable of anything. Of protecting the two people around him with everything.

Their reverie was broken by a knock on the door, drawing a sharp inhale of surprise, sounding more like he'd been woken up than startled, and Raylan hummed. "I love you too. That's probably dinner. It's already paid for, but would you get it? Let me get this beautiful girl and myself inside and at the table?" The last was really directed at Willa as Raylan begrudgingly lifted himself forward and turned her, tucking her into his arm so he could grab his beer.

"What'da think, Willa? Ready to down a taco or two? Doesn't even have to be Tuesday," he said, talking aimlessly at her as he made his way in, beer in hand.