Malcolm Bright

Raylan hummed again, lifting his head enough to press a kiss to Malcolm's shoulder. "I stood in a creek once when I was a kid long enough to for me to think I'd lost my toes. Don't think it's the same though.." But it gave him the barest of bare ideas to turn around on its head to fit.

His arm tightened around Malcolm's waist. "Try to sleep, if you can." The idle brush of his thumb was the best he could do for 'It'll be okay'.