Malcolm smiled faintly, letting himself be drawn closer by the hand at his waist.

"Lots of people have told me all the nice things I 'deserve' when they were leaving," he remarked mildly. "Let's just... have nice things and let them be what they are," he suggested as an alternative. "That will always be okay." He took Raylan's face in both hands and leaned in with a lingering, more tender than heated kiss to start with.