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Now that Raylan knew just how dark a world Malcolm lived in on the day to day grind, he could appreciate the almost manic positive enthusiasm that Malcolm exuded when he was in a good mood. The guy tried. Raylan pushed to his feet, stretching a little and scratching his stomach as he padded over to the counter to collect the cup and lean against the edge.

"Isn't it a little late for that?" he asked under amused eyebrows and a sip of his coffee before nodding. "That couch is meant for sitting. Your floor is more comfortable, if you believe it. How about you?" Yes, he knew - in the short few hours that Malcolm had gotten at all.