He couldn't help but be curious as to who or what was haunting Malcolm's head so insistently but all those questions were held back until those too blue eyes were open and solidly on his.

"It's okay," Raylan started with a shake of his head, shifting the belt the rest of the way off Malcolm's wrist as he pulled back to a proper sitting position. "No injuries to report, sir," he gently teased with a faint pull of his lips. "You got a good three hours, I'm almost shocked."