Malcolm Bright

Listening quietly, Raylan watched Malcolm's face and the way it moved as he spoke and half re-lived his nightmare. If he had an opinion on the merits of kids visiting the jail cell their father's sat in, he didn't show it. It didn't matter, really.

"It's not dumb. Not with what he is." A beat passed. "I saw how you looked at him when we went." How scared of Martin his son really was.

"How did he react when you left that day? In real life." The day that Malcolm applied for the direct opposite of what his father wanted. Raylan still remembered how Arlo reacted when he said he was leaving to go be a Marshal. No pretty stories or tales of fatherly hugs and adoration there.