Malcolm Bright

Malcolm swiped the bulk of water from his eyes, blinking against droplets as he opened them to see Raylan's grin.

Oh, his heart.

He had to press a kiss to that smile. And another.

Then he could peruse the bottles and choose one. Green tea and citrus.

He gently kicked one of the ones on the floor out of the way as he poured some in his palm, reaching up to thread it into Raylan's hair.