All Raylan was able to sound in return was an already fading "Mm" before he was overtaken by sleep, one of those rare people who could just go back to sleep without running through the whole long shutdown process again. A couple of hours was all the cowboy needed, really and by the time the smell of the coffee woke him from his stomach sprawl on the cool hardwood, it was enough.

Raylan groaned softly and rolled over to half prop himself onto an elbow as he cracked an eye at the rest of the apartment. He was pretty sure he smelled coffee. With another horrendous dad sigh, he pushed up onto his ass and leaned back against Malcolm's bed, raking a hand through his hair as he recalibrated for morning.