Malcolm set his book down, looking up at him.

"I think she's going to be the first expert sharpshooter nun in America. It's a whole new direction for the church," he teased softly, getting up to meet him. He took the bottle out of his hand and set it on the table in the corner, then slid his arms around Raylan's neck, letting his eyes close as his cheek came to rest against the taller man's jaw so he could just breathe him in for a moment.

It had been a long and busy day.