Raylan listened to the goings on, chest a little tense with worry and equal amounts warmth, clearing his plate quickly and cleaning up their dishes and Willa's highchair while Malcolm washed her. He couldn't help but ruminate on how much he loved the two souls in the bathroom and how lucky he was to get to have them in his life. Malcolm didn't quite reach the level that Willa did, but that was the way it should be, and Raylan hurt over both of them.

He finished before Malcolm did and crept towards the bathroom to lean on the doorframe and watch his partner do something as basic as dress a baby with an overwhelming sense that he'd had since she was born.

"You look good with her," he commented softly as he stepped forward to squat down and help, pulling a onesie out. "What were you talkin' to her about?" He could make out some of the words but not enough for context.