Malcolm Bright

Raylan kept his hands where they were, slowly hesitant to release the preassure on Malcolm's chest and withdraw his hand from his face with a lighter, fonder pat as he leaned his elbows on his knees.

"Nah, I just love coming to bother you in bed," he said sardonically with a smirk barely visible in the faint light. "We both knew it was gonna happen. Don't worry about it," he said with a following pat on Malcolm's chest before tugging his pillow off the bed and tossing it on the floor.