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Questions that would be better asked in the light of day, if Raylan had been allowed to have an opinion of it, but Malcolm was still here, a fraction of a way away from his face, looking like he could see right through all the walls that Raylan had slammed up long ago. Raylan's off hand drifted up Malcolm's back, keeping him close in his lean so that he could steal a brief kiss when he wanted.

The slide of Malcolm's arms was just enough to dislodge the already stressed tilt of Raylan's hat, sending it tumbling to the floor, but Raylan didn't care and wouldn't let Malcolm leave him any fraction for it.

Why? Raylan didn't know. Why had he taken that chance with some fractured guy who related too closely with him? Later Raylan would come around to the quick escape that his leaving allowed him being the biggest relief, but Malcolm would be one to haunt regardless, even if this never happened again. Raylan met Malcolm's gaze with a unique intensity that had no shame, despite his situation in all of it.