He could feel it jackhammering under the edges of his last two fingers, echoing a similar jump in his own heartbeat. What was he doing, enjoying the way Malcolm's eyes fluttered under his touch? He had to stop.

"See?" Raylan smiled crookedly and withdrew his hand back to settle over the thickest part of Malcolm's forearm. "I think he's seen some shit too. How'd he get you to calm down and see straight?"