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Malcolm huffed a laugh as he slid his hand out of the restraint, heading back to the dresser to dig out a pair of sweatpants, then he headed into the bathroom with them and the t-shirt to shower and change. When he returned, he glanced over to make sure Raylan was okay, then he turned off the lights before heading back over to the bed. The loft was far from pitch black. Ambient light crept in from the bank of windows along the wall opposite the kitchen and from the big half circle window on the other side of Malcolm's bed. He murmured to the parakeet as he passed her cage. She flapped her wings and chirped. Then he headed back to the bed and pulled the blankets back before getting in, then slipped into the restraints as he'd just demonstrated.

"If you need anything, like... water or... some more scotch? Just help yourself," he called over as he settled into his pillows.