Malcolm’s face was kiss bruised and his expression was a bit dazed, but also warm and hopefully Raylan would forgive him for looking a little smitten.

He leaned over and gave him one more kiss, relatively chaste but lingering, then pushed himself up off of the marshal, gesturing for him to stay put as Malcolm went to the closet and rummaged around for a towel, wiping himself off with one end before stepping over to clean Raylan up with the other.

“Are you... okay?”

Okay with it or... was Malcolm okay or... he wasn’t even sure exactly what he was asking as he tossed the towel into the corner to be washed later, then crawled back onto the bed to curl up against Raylan’s side.