Raylan nodded as he stood up, smile still playing along his lips. "If you want me to. Wouldn'ta offered otherwise." At Malcolm's question, Raylan huffed as he stepped back to sit down on the floor, knees propped up to support the wrist he draped over them.

"Not really. Even with good whiskey, the scratches and bumps in the night were enough to keep anyone from peace. Not to mention the shit with the mirrors. I'd elaborate but.." He gestured at Malcolm and the bed he was on. He didn't know if it was best just before sleep, considering.

"I worried about you. You and everyone else. I'm worried about when it's gonna happen again." Because he knew, somehow, it would. "But we're back now. That's all that matters."