The gasp was markedly different from the ones Raylan usually heard, those ones of him pulling out of a terrible darkness, and this one set something in him on fire. He quickly helped by tugging up the back most of his shirts out of his pants before shifting his weight onto his arm so he could free Malcolm's other hand. The kiss had to break so he could pull back enough to figure out what he was doing, bangs already dislodged and falling into his face but as soon as the hand was free, he was bending back down to slide his non weight bearing hand up and under Malcolm's shirt, letting his fingers play over the knife of his side.