Malcolm Bright

He nodded. "Only experience I have with ties is regular ones. So yes." It wasn't a hard admission- he needed the help. Once he slid the shoes on and tied them, he stood up, chin lifting a little as Malcolm stepped close to attend his tie.

Raylan felt.. fidgety. "This the kind of party that has 3 forks? I don't know the layout," he admitted, glancing at the ceiling before glancing down at Malcolm's strikingly close face. All the urges that he'd suppressed since that first night he'd had to straddle Malcolm to prevent him from tumbling down the stairs was raised to the surface, leaving Raylan to swallow tightly and find another place for his eyes to be.