Nevermind that Raylan might take some selfish joy into settling into a bed for a few hours, something he'd never thought he'd actively miss while not out on a sting. He was glad for the approval; he'd feel less guilty smelling the pillows for Malcolm's musk.

Raylan looked over and shook his head a little. "If they can't stand it, I'd understand, like I'm sure you would. They're free to leave, if they want. Plenty of houses up and down the block. 1306 is our house. It can be their house too but.." That was their choice, completely. Regardless of what Neal and Negan decided, Malcolm wouldn't be alone. "They were warned."

He looked over with a smile again. "No one's leaving you."