As worried as Malcolm had been about all of it, Raylan couldn't handle this like an ox in a china shop. No matter how confused he was feeling, roughness wasn't something that came naturally to him in this field. He watched Malcolm's face as he pulled back and smoothed out his lapel, feeling like he could breathing freely without the whole brain distraction that was Malcolm against him.

No, the sharp cold of the outside was better, a contrast against the way he felt, too warm under his jacket, under his skin.

"I didn't take all the belts, but there's at least three in there. Just in case you break another, we got a back up."