Malcolm Bright

"Oh. They reach, if I put them on in the middle of the bed. They only have to keep me from falling out or bolting; they don't have to be... taut." He tossed his t-shirt on top of the still open drawer and stepped over to the bed, sliding onto it and sitting cross-legged in the middle, grabbing the far one and slipping it on, holding that wrist up for Raylan to see, then leaning over and grabbing the other one, holding it with his restrained hand to slide his other one in. Then he held them both up. "See?"