Raylan's thumb brushed back and forth against a patch of Malcolm's back, eyes studying the shadowed angles of Malcolm's face below him.

"I don't know that I offered it. Or that you took anything." He quirked a smile. "I want you. Your company." Your care. "You being here. With me." It was an odd, undefined spot but he didn't care. So long as he got to keep doing this.

"I want this." Just in case Malcolm was worried about that. Don't be. He did want this. Everything that Malcolm had to offer.