Malcolm Bright

It had been a chance, reaching out at all. Raylan hadn't expected Malcolm to keep his number, to say the least. But he was glad he had.

Nodding, Raylan slid off the stool and finished his coffee. "Yeah. But I figure if I leave at 9:15, I can get to their hotel by ten." He fiddled with his cup, lingering a little before he decided to deal with his socks and boots. "Gives me enough time to let breakfast settle."

And gave him enough time to say goodbye even if it felt like they were trying to stall that clock.