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It had been nice to just sit with Malcolm, leaned against each other in the evening air and under the stars. Worth every bit of sleep debt that Raylan may have to take for it, all factored into the Malcolm column where the solid sleep he was in was consistently broken by those nightmares.

But sleep had always been something Raylan slipped too easily back into, body trained to get what it could when and where it could, and Malcolm's solid heat against him always helped him sink right back off. Still, the baby monitor was by the bed and Malcolm's soft lullaby was still coming through it. Raylan didn't even have to get up, reaching over to snag the monitor and blearily watch Malcolm mind Willa.

A few seconds later, he was rolling out of bed, putting on his boxers and an undershirt and padding out towards the livingroom. The door was opened carefully; Raylan wanted to see if he could slip out and linger without Malcolm noticing. He didn't want to scare him but something about this was all too sweet to not try to relish.