Malcolm wasn't suicidal today, anyway. Raylan vividly remembered the lighthouse and the look in Malcolm's eye. It was common sense to keep it in mind, especially with his instability.

"I can see that," he started, pulling the cup closer but ignoring it to prop a hand on the counter and watch Malcolm's profile. He was doing this a lot, this particular counter lean. Something to think on later. "How long am I supposed to let this sit for? And what kind is it?" He ended with a pinched look at the cup, as the second question occurred to him.

It was a question of distraction, another role he'd been finding himself playing with a few people now and then.