Malcolm Bright

After coming in to rocking, Raylan was happy to see Malcolm heading his way, arm already lifting to embrace him and doing so tightly with a soft hum as he rested his lips on Malcolm's head. He couldn't do much of anything about Malcolm's situation, but he could be the immovable river rock the man clung to between the crazy rapids of his life, however long Malcolm wanted him.

"It was a long day for such a little body," he agreed quietly. "Not so long a day for bodies our size though, hmm." He lifted his head a little, to try and peer down at Malcolm's face. "You okay?"