Without his medication, Malcolm spiralled fast and hard, but Raylan caught him when he could have run away the way most people ran away.

He couldn’t have blamed him if he’d run away.

Instead his grounding touch yielded an almost immediate easing of tension in Malcolm’s frame and the kiss both stirred his heart and brought some level back to his mind. At some point during it, his hand found its way to grasp Raylan’s shoulder and it stayed there for a moment before it slid to his chest as Malcolm curled back into him.

“I didn’t want to make things complicated,” he murmured. “I just didn’t want it to be over yet. It’s warm here.” He pressed a kiss to Raylan’s collarbone.