While Raylan didn't go under snap quick, it only took a few minutes of silence for his breathing to shallow and even out, and by the time Malcolm slipped from his arms, he was out cold. Without a body next to him, Raylan naturally shifted, rolling onto his other side and sprawling out a little.

It was Raylan's alarm that woke him, a chirping from the far side of the living room, a sharp breath the only indicator as he cracked his eyes again. It was always a little jarring to not be in his hotel room, when he was in a bed, but the sheets and their scent were plenty of reminder. There it was, that morning light he'd half wanted to avoid.

With a stretch, he rolled over and eyed Malcolm's planking. It was the deeper breath that brought the scent of food and a rumble of his stomach.

"Morning," he grunted as he pushed the blankets off and sat up to lean his elbows on his knees and rub at his eyes. "What's that smell?"