Malcolm nodded and set his fork down, suitably chastened. He'd overstepped.

It was not his first time.

It wasn't even his first time with Raylan.

He looked at the table as he took a breath, then looked at Raylan. "I'm sorry," he said sincerely. Maybe he was overreacting. Maybe being trivialized by Winona in the same way his mother trivialized his job triggered something. He bristled at his greatest passions being treated like silly infatuations past due to pass. "I shouldn't have said anything."