Raylan's instincts were good, but Malcolm had known what the situation was before things went anywhere the night before and he was determined to be as okay with it as he'd promised to be. He did not want Raylan leaving with any guilt or regrets. He didn't want guilt or regret to be the emotion that rushed to the surface if Malcolm texted him.

"It's from a ma and pop place just down the street," he said. "People rave about it." He took a bite of yogurt before his eyes found Raylan's face again. "And I'd like that," he said, his expression completely devoid of any pretence designed to shield either of them. He was open now. Vulnerable. "To talk to you sometimes."