"...Oh. Okay," he said uncertainly, though more in the way that he didn't know what to make of it rather than having any undue suspicions. He'd never thought anything of the bruise on Raylan's thigh; the ladder collapsed in the tunnel, he assumed there was a fall. Even the mark on his collarbone could have just been friction burn or something else innocuous. The bite mark was... confusing. But he didn't push it. Raylan was holding him close and it was warm and this hadn't been a one time thing and Raylan was alive and he just wanted to stay there and enjoy it.

"If the weather keeps getting warmer, I'm going to start opening the window at night. Let the breeze in."