Raylan wasn't really sure what it meant either, but he knew he cared. He knew he enjoyed the feeling it left on and in and around him. The same way laying with Malcolm after his nightmares or curled up into the couch with Doc against him felt. He didn't understand it. Where it came from. But he knew why it was there.

The edges of his lips lifted a little warmly. "Not out here on the porch, I hope." As fresh and new as.. well, everything was, kissing anyone in public was sort of a no go for him. This wasn't for everyone else. His heartrate was slowly climbing again and he kept himself firmly, safely where he was.

"But behind a door.." His eyes drifted to Malcolm's lips and he swallowed thickly with a nervous smile and a glance into his cup. "Wouldn't be bad at all," he finished, taking another drink to busy his mouth and hands for a second before they got him in over his head.