"It does," Raylan assured, not wanting to have made Malcolm think differently. "And I don't want to leave you feeling that way either." He'd never planned on kissing Malcolm in the first place; they weren't even supposed to be here. But here they were, anyway.

"You deserve better than that." Better than Raylan, really. Trusting himself to impulse, Raylan reached out for Malcolm, a hand at his waist tugging him closer. "Better than some foolish idiot who doesn't know what he's doing or how to do it." Not the technical ins and outs, though Raylan had some questions, but how to be okay with doing it at all.

"Tell me tonight will be okay, whatever happens. Tell me it's okay to kiss you and want more."