Malcolm Bright

In that brief moment, Raylan was almost sure that he'd made a stupid choice, that Malcolm would shove him off and send him to apologizing and gathering his things to find a hotel elsewhere. But instead, Malcolm was leaning into him and encouraging the impossible. His hand found Malcolm's jaw, keeping him close as Raylan enjoyed the taste of scotch and him in an indulgent moment.

He broke it a moment later with a roll of their foreheads, a little breathless for his own bravery, eyes closed for a moment.

"Sorry," he muttered, already feeling foolish for his lapse in judgement but not letting Malcolm go just yet. "I didn't mean-"