Family bullshit meant there was family. It could be worse. At least Winona didn't walk in without knocking.

He leaned eagerly into the kiss, one hand sliding to grasp the back of Raylan's neck, the other landing on his shoulder.

"At least," he answered, a little breathless as the kiss broke. He glanced around and looked up at Raylan. "Do you really like it? I didn't want it to look like it's my place that you have keys to, like New York. I wanted you to feel at home here. Because it's yours. Is there anything you want that I missed?" Because he'd get it.