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"Your apartment certainly got the room, doesn't it. Sure you don't mind?" Raylan briefly met Malcolm's gaze in the review. "We'll need those records too, I guess."

It was going to be a long night.

35 minutes later, they were back in New York and while Raylan was driving, Raylan and Malcolm were the ones technically getting dropped off, back outside the NYPD precinct. Raylan pulled off his ball cap and scratched his head with a sigh, squinting up one side of the street.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I could eat a horse." His head bobbed. "Except I do. How about I go get something to eat and meet you back at your place." It was a question, despite the lack of up-pitch, Raylan's eyes on Malcolm for confirmation. He didn't know how Malcolm felt about having to watch people eat or the smells of it and frankly, it made Raylan uncomfortable. Like he was being impolite - the south had rules and one was that you didn't eat in front of people that weren't eating with you. Or at least not without offering.

It was the only reason that he'd not work while eating.

"Unless you know a place with good soup you like that also serves something.. a bit more substantial?"