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Malcolm looked far too good like that, lips hinting towards kiss bruised, eyes wide and wild and a little high on their contact. He looked the way Raylan felt. Tugging his bowtie loose, pausing to scoop up his jacket, unbuttoning the top two buttons as he did so, Raylan followed Malcolm in, eyes coming back to the man as he locked the chain behind them.

That was it. Two doors behind them and a night full of choices ahead of him. The heat in the stairwell still felt like a raw wildfire between them and he hadn't quite caught his breath. There wasn't much of any place to throw his jacket, so Raylan opted for the stairs without looking.

"I'm almost ten years older than you." He didn't move but he was spring coiled again, much like he'd gotten at dinner, but with a whole different intent as he worked over the obstacles that his brain was throwing in his path. His statement, while posed as such, wasn't one. It was another ask for permission, to be allowed to still want Malcolm.