The melt in, the armless of hug of James's back curling towards him helped Raylan scoot his chest forwards so that they were touching there too, fingers tightening with a soft brief squeeze.

"Quickly gettin' there." There was the impulse to press a kiss to Flint's shoulder and one that Raylan managed to repress. That would be a step too far, wouldn't it? Would it?

"G'night James."

It was a good ten minutes later, once Raylan felt them both sink into the bed with the weight of real relaxation that he felt he could whisper what he'd wanted to before.

"Thank you." For being here, for caring, for needing this as much as he did and for not shaming either of them for it.