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I… I know, I’m just saying Shaw is super tetchy about her authority in Will related stuff. I guess last time he removed the telepathy and shape shifting powers they used to torture Will, but they still got access to weapons because they tried to stab John Doe on the space port.

Will is allowed to defend himself like everyone else. But I were Shaw, I'd be raisin' a level of hell with Rawne to make sure something was gettin' done.

How's Will?

Shaken up. He feels like Avalon pushed him into losing control and that that’s what they wanted. But I don’t want him to wait until there’s a knife puncturing one of his lungs before he protects himself because otherwise his Warden thinks he’s a dangerous lunatic that needs 24 hour supervision. By her and only her. She’s not dropping him off to watch a movie later. She’s going to be here. Watching and listening.

[Oh Raylan had a truckload of opinions about that, on a few different sets of grounds, but airing them with Malcolm wasn't really the way to deal with it.]

Uh-huh. That's. A choice.

I doubt there's any stoppin' her but.. you want me to come run interference if needed? See if I can talk her into sittin' out in the hallway with me or somethin' so you guys can have a little time?

[Malcolm hesitates.]

I... would like that but... I'm afraid she won't let me see him at all if she gets mad. I don't want to make trouble.

[This was starting to move towards Concerning.]

What's her view of it? Won't let you see him - why?

I think she thinks I'm a bad influence on him or my... role in his life means I'll usurp her authority with him about this stuff. Can... maybe you could just... call her and say you heard about Will and just casually feel her out about it?

I'll see what I can't figure out. It'll be a few hours, only if because like I said, no one calls this early with good news.

[He takes and lets a deep breath.]

And how are you doin' with all this, with the attacks on Will?

I guess I'd be better if everything wasn't happening so much in one week. I'm still supervising Kikimora while she works her restitution shifts and then I'm being supervised if I want to spend time with Will.... I do have some relief for staying with Kikimora. A few people volunteered to help when I need it. Also I think Johann might be mad at me. But it's hard to tell because mad is his default mood. But I just... I make enough enemies without losing friends. Um. Archer accepted my apology, though? Out of the three people I apologized to, he's the only one that did.

Well that's somethin'. Archer doesn't seem the type to accept it unless he feels its sincere.

It is a lot on your shoulders in one week. I'd offer to help with Kikimora but I don't know that it'd be successful, she's got no reason to trust me, but I can offer some time sittin' with you when you're stuck in.

Johann will work himself out.

It might be okay with him; I'm bringing him some knives so he can prepare some food!

[That can probably only go well with an inmate that has a well documented history of cutting throats.

And also some scotch. Peace offering.

.. To Johann? Shouldn't weapons be somethin' handled and approved by his warden?

But no one with taste will turn down good scotch.

Johann's Warden was Dorian. He doesn't have one now; I'll keep an eye on him. He likes making food for Florian.

Ah. Makes sense.

If you get stabbed, I reserve the right to say I told you so.

Absolutely. I'll let you pour bourbon on it and tsk at me.

It'll be shitty bourbon though, hope that's okay. And I know how to stitch folks up now.

Then I would definitely choose you for that.

Let's hope you call me for different reasons.

Even if that's just to talk, or to call me over for company. You don't gotta shoulder everythin' on your own, alright?

[Malcolm nods.]

Raylan… can we do something fun some time?

Yeah. Sure. Depends on what.

What's that.. that game you mentioned you do at home. Squash? That somethin' you have fun doin?

Oh my god yes. When I was six I wanted to play professionally, but that dream died when I got in trouble for playing in my mother’s solarium and she took my racket away for six months.