Malcolm Bright

Raylan's face and voice brought Malcolm back from whatever thoughts danced around outside the window and his eyes came to focus on him. He smiled softly.

"Three or so." He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Raylan's mouth. "Sleep," he murmured.

He probably wouldn't sleep again, but he wanted to stay here like this anyway. It was all going back to normal the next night. This was it.