Raylan added his lazy hand, gesturing for Malcolm to come join them in case it was also needed, unable to help with anything with Malcolm so far away. No, he could guess what Malcolm was thinking. The way they were flirting earlier today, the kiss the day before, only to find him curled up in bed with Doc.

He didn't know how to help outside of some subtle reassurance that he hadn't figure out the steps to just yet.

Raylan groaned as the light switched back on, one forearm coming up to shield his eyes from the light, no matter it's brightness. With Malcolm on the bed, the Marshal opts to turn onto his side to face them, happy enough to stay laying down. Doc did say he had it, after all. Raylan would be.. backup support.