"Somehow I don't think that'll stop us worrying," he admitted with a pull of his smile. They cared about Malcolm and while fretting over his physical needs might have fallen into the 'caring for' category, they did it because they cared about him.

The hug was a surprise and his mouth opened with a little noise as his off arm hovered around Malcolm for a long moment before almost hesitantly settling around his waist and squeezing gently. Raylan didn't even know the last time he was hugged - it couldn't have been that long, right? But three weeks felt like forever and he knew he had nothing real to go back to.

Why couldn't he want something?

"Just trying to make sure you're takin' care of." He pulled back a little, enough to bring Malcolm's face into focus. "Really, it's okay. I ain't good at much so helpin' where I can is.. nice.." He was acutely aware of how not far away Malcolm's face was or how his lips looked or..

"I'm glad you decided to stay in the house."