Once he'd gotten his boxers and jeans back on, Raylan found his shirt and dropped it on the side table. It would look better if he were wearing it, should someone come in, but Raylan didn't care. He had pants on, that's all that mattered. Crawling back in, Raylan pulled the blanket up an settled on his side, arm draping with an easy familiarity back over Malcolm's waist.

"Before you think to ask, no - I'm not gonna regret this in the morin'." Not unless he was given reason to and he didn't think Malcolm would do that. "Even if you pop me in the face," he elaborated with a soft pull of his smile.