He had deduced it but it was important, good, for Collins to vocalize it. For both their sakes. Nothing he'd said up until now had been bullshit - his concerns were valid - and Collins had earned his peace for the transgression of threating him in the first place. They could work with these rules. What Collins would find in his expression was a hesitant softness, an open want, and a hint of amusement in the faint lift of his eyebrows that came with the charmed little pull of his smile.

"Just be happy you've never heard me actually sing," he says lightly, holding out a gun calloused hand to Collins, inviting him back to his feet, and if he rises, Raylan will pull him close, slide a hand up his cheek and pull him into a firm, exploring kiss.

Just because they'd slipped into vulnerability didn't mean that Raylan couldn't keep it hot.