"As far as anyone's concerned, we're colleagues and we finished a case," Malcolm assured him.

Apart from not wanting to put Raylan in a difficult situation, he also didn't want to hear the questions from everyone about how he was doing and if he'd heard from Raylan and condolences about the distance and did he think they were going to see each other again. He wanted to savour the night for what it was and not listen to the world's commentary on it.

He stepped to the fridge and glanced around inside it. "Plain yogurt," he exclaimed, taking the container out. "Why not? It feels like a bit of an occasion."

He peeled the lid off and grabbed himself a spoon.