"It makes you a man out of your mind and violent. Not a monster." Raylan wasn't going to run around or feed Malcolm any bullshit. He could be a real threat if he was too far gone. Staring at those too captivating blue eyes, he was surrounded by them, another urge rose; this one to cup Malcolm's face and wipe away some of the fearful concern on it. He knew it would work.

He knew he shouldn't. It was taking advantage and he'd already bent far enough for one day, laying here almost intimately with the smaller man. He also knew he shouldn't think about it too much, otherwise, he'd cave and leave in a quiet self doubt and loathing.

"And they both know that's not really you. I can't say it for fact, but I think Dean's much more likely to knock you out and tie you up than kill you.... You're not a problem to be solved." Nevermind how Raylan would react to it, that was. Something different all together.