God, he felt like he was getting ready to have 'SUCKER' slapped on his forehead like a giant sign as he stilled, head turning enough to look over his shoulder at what he could see of the silhouette behind him. But 'Don't go, come back' weren't powerless words and damn, he wanted to. Naked as the day they were born, skin and heat on skin and heat.

After a long moment, he turned his head back and it was with much more deliberate movement that he turned back into bed, reaching down for the sheet to pull up over them as he settled down on his side to face Malcolm.

"... you sure?" There was a lot in that question, a lot of points it covered, but Raylan was here, hesitantly.