Malcolm Bright

Raylan ran and spread one hand up Malcolm's back and shoulders, turning his face into Malcolm's with a deep breath. "Suppose I should thank you for getting me to go out tonight, getting me drunk enough to enjoy myself." He pressed a kiss to the nook of Malcolm's neck and shoulder with another deep breath.

He wasn't sure he wanted to stay here and at the same time, did completely want to find a reason to stay in New York and secretly find a way to indulge in this fantasy, but Raylan as nothing if not pragmatic, no matter how he hoped.

He'd leave tomorrow and leave Malcolm to his lonely nightmare, overbearing - however caring mother, and a job he buried himself in to avoid the quiet moments of life that seemed to haunt Raylan at the edges of his own lonely nights.

"Let me know when you want to go to bed," he murmured. "Unless you want me sleepin' on the couch tonight."