Malcolm Bright

He cut another bite and ate it with a faint nod of his head, eyes coming back to Malcolm's in the lull between comments and when Raylan curled his soft smile again, there was no tense opinion in it.

"You've already got my number saved, clearly, so we're ahead, aren't we." It would be okay.

Raylan cleared the rest of his plate and leaned back a little as he pulled his cup close again. "I will miss good breakfasts, I can say that." Well, he'd miss more than that, but he couldn't say that. "Do you have a time you have to be in the office?"