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Double shit. Raylan didn't wanna slap Malcolm. He took a half step back, watching a guy he'd slowly become friends with over some weird and gruesome murders, sure, but he didn't deserve to suffer all this.

"Aw hell," he swore for a third time before coming around to the side and sliding a hand up Malcolm's chest to hold him down, off hand coming to cup the man's face and slap him lightly. Raylan was cognizant of the danger Malcolm and his blind terror could cause and kept himself leaned back, weight mostly on Malcolm's chest but just enough to keep the man from sitting back up and thrashing towards the side.