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At least Malcolm recognized it. Raylan put on a good face, but it could be worse. Maybe he was just used to being given shit by Tim and others.

The idea of Arlo getting a solid swing on Helen made Raylan huff a chuckle, mouth morphing back into an amused smirk. "I remember the first night he tried. Helen pulled her shotgun and threatened to blow his nuts into chunks for his next dinner. There's a reason there's a bat in the kitchen. A few of 'em."

Said bat was to Malcolm's left, leaning against the counter and the doorframe.

"Aunt Helen didn't take shit from anyone, least of all Arlo. She couldn't stop him from being a murderer and a crook but.." He sighed deeply. "She loved him, for some reason or another. Dealt with all the bad blood and luck he brought to his door and helped handle him when I pissed him off. Which was a lot when I was a teenager. I think she woulda liked you, actually."

Mainly because a good smile from Malcolm would have any red-blooded woman pleased to have it.