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"...Cut?" Malcolm felt along his neck until he felt it, a sting at the contact, wet blood on his fingers. He looked his hand up and looked at it. "Oh."

Still slightly distracted by that when Raylan asked about Gil, it took him a second to look at Raylan. "Gil? Oh. I can call him." He patted his pockets with his free hand until he came up with a handkerchief and wiped the blood off his fingers before stuffing it back in his pocket. "But then I want to hear more about the shooting. Did you do special training for that?" he asked, taking his phone out of his pocket. "Or were you just naturally really good?" He dialed Gil's number, getting through before Raylan could answer.

"Uh hi. The Marshals closed their case just now." A beat. "No. No, that' won't be necessary. Deputy Givens was forced to shoot the suspect." Another pause. "A hostage was in danger. Yeah. He'd taken a kid." Another pause. "Yeah. I will. Okay. See you later." He hung up and slid the phone back into his pocket. "See? It's fine."