Malcolm was on the couch in sweatpants and a t-shirt, his hair still a little damp from its scrubbing, watching Ainsley on the news when the buzzer went. He answered it distractedly, but when he heard Raylan's voice, he smiled broadly and buzzed the door downstairs open before throwing open the locks on his own door and leaving it slightly ajar for when Raylan got upstairs.

He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of scotch for the Marshal, one eye still on the TV where Ainsley Whitly was reporting about alleged inmate abuse from in front of one of the smaller jails in the city.