"I do a lot of yoga," Malcolm told him. "And pull-ups."

He did have some upper body strength, yeah. But it was part of his mental health coping ritual. The strength was a bonus.

But you just sat down. He grinned. "We are going to get you some vices that don't destroy your internal organs," Malcolm declared, pressing the pad of a finger gently to Raylan's shoulder. "In time."