Raylan's world was still spinning as he was kissed again and there was no attempts to get up. His legs were weak and his heartbeat was pounding in his ears. There was a slight half open mouth attempt at protest but he sank back into the sheets with a breath.

One hand lifted along with his head in surprise at the clean up, but he let Malcolm do it, easily welcoming him back into his arms, one hand wrapping around Malcolm's shoulder while his other settled on Malcolm's forearm with a quiet hum.

"I'm.. perfect," he assured softly. "Are.. are you?" He asked, shifting his head enough to look down at him. Who would have thought that him, Raylan Givens would ever be here and happy about it. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd been okay or not but that.. wasn't a question easily asked.