He couldn't, if only because his own was thrumming in his ears and in his palms, enough so that he hadn't noticed the tight fist in his collar. Though if he had, it would have been just as entirely welcome.

A throaty, needy sound broke in the back of his throat as Malcolm kissed him back. To hell with the box, Raylan thought as it was unceremoniously dropped so he could wrap his other arm tightly around Malcolm, bringing him flush against his front. He'd thought about kissing Malcolm and Doc both far to much in the past couple days, in Doc's case, the past week or so and it was honestly a surprise, with his record, that he'd taken that long to kiss one of them.

He didn't know what this meant. He didn't know where this was going. For the moment, he didn't care.