He was right. It wasn't any comfort. There was no place in his existence where he told people who were supposed to be his equal on the innocent side of the law that they were rude unless he was pushed, so he'd always tolerated it. There wasn't any other way for him to cope and come out on top except for to take the quiet route.

Raylan's eyes had drifted out to the thousand yard stare beyond the porch but snapped back to Malcolm at his question.

"Should I? You didn't say no.. It was.." He inhaled, eyes moving back out into the darkness that had settled too quickly on the horizon before settling down in his cup. "New. A first."

Not the first time he'd kissed someone, obviously, but Raylan trusted that Malcolm was smart enough to figure it out.

"I don't," he reiterated. "Regret it," he clarified, gaze coming back up to Malcolm's too blue eyes. "I don't often do things I regret."

He was, if nothing else, a purposeful man.