Raylan hummed a note as Malcolm lifted his head, watching the subtle lifts and valleys of his very expressive face. He could see the happy on Malcolm's face and was glad for it, but he still felt like it could have been happier. Ideal. He wanted to achieve the ideal with Malcolm, as often as he could.

"I hope so." He hoped that didn't change with the rising mount of bullshit they were hurdling towards. "I want you to have a place where you can have that without family bullshit. Next time you're down, it'll be better." He'd figure out how to handle all this, to mitigate contact until everyone was calm and friendly again. It was as good as a promise.

"And we've still got tonight and tomorrow, right?" he asked, lips curling as he bent in to kiss him. He wasn't going to let Winona ruin this. He couldn't.