Malcolm Bright

Pissing didn't take long, nor the handwashing and few seconds he took to wash his face with water and question himself in the mirror. It wasn't yet light, but his brain wasn't sure of the difference and after a breath and an executive decision that it was too early for that kind of shit, Raylan shelved it all again and padded back out.

He yawned and scratched his head as he went, climbing back into Malcolm's bed and settling in with a sigh, watching Malcolm's face. "What do you think we got - a couple of hours til sun up?"

Would Malcolm even go back to sleep?