"I'll be sure to write a glowing letter of review for Gil," Raylan chuckled with another look over at him. "Really, it's not a big deal. We've all got shit. Yours is just a little more.. forward," he admitted with a bob of his head. "You're fine. Certainly nothing worse than what coulda come up. I've woken up to gunshots in that house more than I have screams."

It'd only take them some 15 minutes to get to Arlo's anyway.

"Can I ask you something? Why'd you decide to come out with me instead of grabbin' your little overnight bag and getting outta dodge?" He was sure Malcolm had better things to do than strip barely slept in sheets for a guy he barely knew. Talents notwithstanding.