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Raylan nodded, face drawn a little too serious as he put the car in reverse and pulled out. There was some small part of him that worried that this was somehow going to be the last time he saw Malcolm. His gut didn't like it one bit.

But the feeling was one he had to chew on as he drove to work. It went much as he expected; all the parents in his office demanded some of Willa's attention, though Art was the worst of them all, and Raylan managed to pawn her off onto Art in exchange for him doing some paperwork. Art was already a grandfather - there was no stopping that softness. After getting some shit for not just taking the day off to spend with his daughter, Raylan finished up what he needed to, some near three hours later, and recollected her with a laugh.

He had a BBQ and a smol New Yorker he wanted to get back to.

After shooting off a text to said smol New Yorker, Raylan got him and his daughter back into the car and on the way home.