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He appreciated that, silently so and with only a faint nod before he shoved another bite into his mouth. There was the passing faint look of guilt as he did so but Raylan couldn't change the knots in him as much as he could stop his divorce.

"What a bright Tuesday morning," he quipped, secretly hoping he was the cause for the feeling of occasion.

"I get the feeling that your family isn't just 'anyone'." Which was to say, maybe he didn't mind so much if Malcolm was honest with his family, but he could understand the many reasons why Malcolm wouldn't. "Just 'cause I can't be..." His jaw worked, eyes making their way back down to his plate, some harsh internal accusations getting flung at himself as he struggled to push through. "Doesn't mean you can't be."

With the last, Raylan's eyes came back up to Malcolm's. "We're realists, you and I. Can you really lie to your mother like that?" And it wasn't to speak to Malcolm's defection skills but more to Jessica's intuition.