His blood felt like it was on fire in his veins, one hand sliding up Malcolm's back before both of them tightened as he breathed in that same minty pine scent they all wore so well now. Malcolm was soft, solid, warm and seemed to fit perfectly against him. Something he'd no doubt be thinking about later.

As it broke, Raylan found himself feeling very unsteady and more than a little lost in the big blue eyes that were tilted up at him. Shit. He swallowed thickly, hands loosening a little.

"Sorry," he said quietly with a voice that was just meant for them, despite them being alone, and with no real remorse for having done it, no matter how right or wrong it was. There was suddenly quite the internal battle going on between his needs and his values. "I.." Couldn't help himself. Didn't mean to. Totally meant to.

"Was that wrong?" The question was almost reverently whispered as he studied Malcolm's face, like Raylan was going out on the very thin branch he was to have asked it at all. But of everyone here, Malcolm and Doc were the only ones that made Raylan feel like he could have feelings without being completely drowned in shame.