Malcolm Bright

He grunted, huffing a smile with the sound as he pushed to his feet. Malcolm's morning person personality should have been tedious but Raylan still found it endearing, despite his disagreement with the sentiment in general.

"Mm good," he said, ambling to meet Malcolm halfway and taking his phone to key in his password and stop the alarm. With that done, his off hand reached for Malcolm and pulled him in with a smile. "Shower first, then I'll be ready."

He pressed a kiss to Malcolm's lip before stepping forward, letting his fingers drag across Malcolm's side for a second over his shirt before walking away. Ten minutes later, Raylan came back, less dressed than he had the morning before, with his jeans clinging around his hips and his hair wild and damp.

"Can't seem to get used to taking shit in with me," he admitted with a self deprecating huff as he fished out clean jeans and a pair of black underwear, grey trim, changing in them right there in Malcolm's living room.

What was the point of going back into the bathroom? What they'd done hadn't changed everything, but it had changed that.