Malcolm ate a small bite of yogurt and looked up at Raylan.

"I don't lie to my mother," he said glibly. "I just don't answer her at all."

After another bite, he stuck his spoon in the yogurt and looked at Raylan again. "I don't want everyone to ruin it with their hamfisted attempts at trying to force me into what they think will make me happy. I don't want to see their pity-eyes when they ask if I've heard from you because they're assuming I haven't. I don't want to answer their questions about where I see this going because they think if I don't get somewhere with this, I won't get anywhere." He leaned forward. "I'm happy with things just being what they are. Telling people about it is just inviting pressure that I do not need and I don't think you need it either."

He picked up his spoon and poked at the yogurt thoughtfully and then looked at Raylan with a soft smile.

"It was a great night. Thank you."