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Malcolm x Raylan: Cowboy Surprise

Art was suspicious right off the bat when Raylan took a week off with the express note that his phone would be Out Of Order til the next Monday, but the Chief Marshal wasn't going to look gift horses in the mouth. Not when it suggested he'd have a few days of peace, until Raylan caved to turning his phone back on again. Still, he watched the younger Marshal walk out of the office and promised himself to check into the state of Harlan within 3 days to make sure that the place wasn't on fire. The smoke would reach him before he called, he was sure.

But Art didn't have much to worry about - Raylan had no plans on staying in the state for his vacation, beyond one day spent closing up Arlo's and securing it the best way he could before getting on a plane to New York City. He wanted to surprise Malcolm - it'd been near two months since they'd last seen each other and frankly, Raylan was tired of missing him. They'd called and texted, stayed in a fairly consistent, if odd houred, touch but it wasn't the same.

Once he landed, Raylan rented a car and navigated his way towards Malcolm's apartment, stopping to grab a bouquet of flowers. It was.. Extra, but Raylan didn't want to show up empty handed, just in case. Thirty minutes later, Malcolm's door buzzer was being hit, like Raylan was here to deliver something. Well, he was, but that was half the fun.

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"Oh, yeah. Any kind of sedation messes with me. I have to be able to wake up or I'm trapped in there."

He looked Raylan in the eye. "I'm not going to do it again. It's just something I tried one time."

Raylan held his hand out, both for the coffee that Malcolm was still holding hostage and the man himself.

"Good. I'm glad it brought some things back to the surface, but I hope druggin' yourself isn't somethin' you feel like you need to do again." Clearly, it worried him.

"I know it's not obvious from my morning pharmaceutical regime, but I do try to avoid chemical intervention. I turn down my mother's barbiturates every time she offers them. Which was daily for a little while. She was convinced it was the answer to my insomnia," he explained, tucking himself comfortably back into Raylan's side.

Raylan could only scoff as he shifted his legs to take Malcolm's weight between them as he snuggled in, coffee cup in hand and a kiss pressed into Malcolm's hair. "I don't know what barbiturates are so you'll have to fill me in on what you mean."

"They're heavy hypnotics. They make you sleep. But, funny story, for most anxiety and insomnia applications, doctors actually prescribe benzodiazepenes now, which I'm already on, because they're less addictive and have a less toxic overdose. But, barbiturates still have uses for heavy migraines and seizures but, mostly - another funny story - they're most commonly seen in euthanasia now. Both veterinary euthanasia and, in combination with muscle relaxants, human execution by lethal injection. The lethality of the overdose comes in handy when you're killing someone I guess." He tilted his head up to look up at Raylan. "I arrested a serial killer in California that used it to kill his victims."

The expression he'd find on Raylan's face was a slight horror. "Jesus," he muttered with a faint pull of his brow as he took a sip of his coffee, carefully resting his mug bearing hand on the back of the couch.

"I know why you take 'em, but I don't think I could, knowin' all that."

"I don't take barbiturates," Malcolm said. "I want to be super clear about that. My mother wants me to, because she thinks more sleep will cure my ills, but I won't. I do take two different benzos, but they do not have lethal applications." He looked up at Raylan again. "I'm not suicidal. I feel like I can't stress that enough. Though it's hilarious that my mother offers me pills for which the overdose has no antidote while harbouring concerns about that..." A beat. "Well. Darkly humourous, I guess."

"Mm, good," Raylan sounded, face still unconvinced. "I don't think you're suicidal. But I do worry about so many pharmaceuticals being pumped through you. And your mother's choices, apparently."

What really got him was that Jessica was clearly an intelligent woman. She was sharp and sharp witted.

"But I'm not a doctor so I'm not tryin' to get into the middle of your mental health file, when it comes to meds. Only assholes talk about shit they don't know about."

That made Malcolm smile because it was such a Raylan thing to say. He leaned up and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

"I don't take anything profoundly dangerous. I try to get by with minimal chemical intervention, honest. I know that's hard to believe when you see that many pill bottles but... I really only take what I have to. I read up when I was in highschool because my mother was really pushing the doctors to 'fix' me and they tried to put me on a lot of stuff that was really going to just.... vegetize me into some form of... I don't know. Compliance. Is that normal? Being too spaced to resist the way people want you to behave?"

"I wish I could say it wasn't but it seems to be the go to nowadays," he replied somberly. "It's not right, I'll tell you that." Raylan's off hand had settled on his leg and he reached over to collect one of Malcolm's hands and lace it into his. "You're too brilliant to let them turn you into a giant squash. I'm glad that you're up to study on your own stuff. Instead of just listening to everyone else. I know your mother loves you but.. I think you're a better advocate for yourself, by and large."

He wasn't dumb enough to think that Malcolm might not have relapses of some kind, something that sparks his mania and send him into some kind of spiral and while Malcolm hadn't said anything of the sort, Raylan's mind was happy enough to jump to the worst possibility.

"My mother fell into substance abuse when my father was arrested. She still doesn't really see it as a problem. Gil and his wife Jackie were great to me, but they weren't my parents. They couldn't tell doctors what to do or not to do. I learned pretty early that I was going to be my only advocate if I wanted to be represented by someone who actually listened to me."

The ugly had happened and would happen again, but he'd rather take that chance than be sedated to the gills all the time.

"She's avoiding it all," Raylan muttered with a faint pinch of his brow, off hand coming up around Malcolm more properly. He knew a thing or two about parents with substance abuse problems and Arlo was largely to blame for his own. Not that it was at that level yet.

Maybe someday, maybe once they were married, Malcolm would trust Raylan enough to help take his mother out of the equation.

"Things'll be different in Miami. She won't be able to throw her weight around as much." Raylan already knew that he and Jessica would be having several Important conversations over their interactions and as much as Raylan would like her to like him, he could more than handle it if she didn't. She couldn't do any more damage than Arlo had already done.

"You'll get that full independence back."

He pressed his cheek against Raylan's shoulder.

"Except better than last time." He tilted his head and looked up at his face. "Because you'll be there."

He smiled warmly and pressed a kiss onto Malcolm's forehead.

"Yes I will. In the meantime, we've still got plenty of today to enjoy - I'd hate to see it pass by with us frettin' about the future." He glanced at the TV. "It's not too late to get lost in the ocean again. At least until I get hungry. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

He smiled happily, reaching across Raylan to pick up the remote control and turn the sound back on before settling back in against him.

"What do you want to eat when you get hungry?" he asked, watching sea creatures move through crags in the rocks on the ocean floor.

"Is it terrible I want sushi? I don't even like it that much." But something about watching the ocean struck the urge in his lizard brain, even as he sipped at his spiked coffee. "Something with fish. Too bad we're too far north for good catfish."

"Catfish? Is that good? I do like some fish. I can do some of the lighter sushi. I've never had catfish. There's a good sushi place not far from here that delivers," Malcolm rambled.

"If it's done right," Raylan confirmed with a bob of his head. "Plenty easy to do it wrong though." He looked down. "You do sushi? Well hell. Sounds like we've got our lunch plan. Next time you're down, I'll take you to a good fish place. You can try it out."

And if he didn't like it or didn't think it'd stay down, Raylan was more than happy to take the proverbial bullet and finish up Malcolm's serving.

The narrator went on.

"I think I woulda liked to do a job like this, if I hadn't gotten into Law enforcement." If his entire life had been different, but sometimes it was fun to ruminate on what could have been.

Malcolm considered the screen.

"Oceanography or making documentary films?" he asked after a moment.

He could see Raylan doing either well. He was curious, thorough and asked good questions. Traits that would serve a scientist or a scholar.

"Oceanography or Marine Biology," he clarified. "I think that's why I like the beach so much. The ocean is.. something." Something powerful. Something more than them.

"I can't wait to get back to starin' at it."

"Yeah, I want to make sure we have a view from the livingroom and the bedroom," Malcolm mused.

Raylan snorted and tilted his head to only partially improve his view of Malcolm's face. "You're just determined to spoil me, ain't ya." The grin that split his face made clear that he didn't mind it.

"There's gotta be some health benefit to being by the sea."

"Is wanting to live with you in your dream house spoiling you or spoiling me?" he teased, matching Raylan's grin.

At the next remark, he perked up, sitting up to look at him.

"Actually there are a lot. There's more oxygen in sea air and that gives you energy and improves sleep. Also they say that coastal living reduces anxiety and depression, at least partly because of the calming qualities of the motion and sound of the ocean. And ocean water contains a lot minerals, plus salt is antiseptic and it can help heal injuries."

"My dream house?" Raylan chuckled. "Let's agree on spoilin' each other." That was the much better option, in his opinion.

The way Malcolm perked up and started into his intelligent ramble made Raylan grin, legs shifting a little bit with the hopefully brief reprieve of weight, and his eyebrows lifting as Malcolm finished. "Is it, now. All the more reason to get us on one. How do you get your hands on all these weird studies?"

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