Raylan hummed a little note as he leaned his face into the kiss, looking over afterwards as he tightened the tangle of their fingers. He wasn't sentimental.. except when it came to his mother, and now Malcolm. Everything about him, about this was different and Raylan hadn't been sure in the beginning how it was going to all settle in him.

But there was no way to argue this.

"I kinda wanna finish my drink and steal you into the shower.." He slid his eyes over. "What d'ya think?"