Breathless, it took Malcolm the space of several panted breaths to gather enough functioning braincells to understand that.
"Door," he repeated with a very vague hand gesture, turning around and fumbling the key into the lock, pushing the door open and letting them inside the apartment. He threw his keys in the bootrack on the floor just inside and kicked his shoes there, too, turning around once Raylan made it in to put the chain on.
He did not need his mother walking in tonight. No, thank you.
Once that was taken care of, he turned to look at Raylan, not completely sure whether he would want to just... carry on now that a little bit of space had made its way between them.
Maybe he wanted Malcolm, still. Maybe he wanted that glass of scotch. Or maybe he wanted a combination of those things in one order or another.
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"Door," he repeated with a very vague hand gesture, turning around and fumbling the key into the lock, pushing the door open and letting them inside the apartment. He threw his keys in the bootrack on the floor just inside and kicked his shoes there, too, turning around once Raylan made it in to put the chain on.
He did not need his mother walking in tonight. No, thank you.
Once that was taken care of, he turned to look at Raylan, not completely sure whether he would want to just... carry on now that a little bit of space had made its way between them.
Maybe he wanted Malcolm, still. Maybe he wanted that glass of scotch. Or maybe he wanted a combination of those things in one order or another.