Raylan's thumb set back to brushing back and forth across Malcolm's arm as the breaths started coming more heavily.

"We're not gonna let anything happen." Unwilling to be so sentimental about his own empty bed issues with a bed full of bodies, Raylan was more focused on the physical aspect of it all. Wild elbows and fists. Something more for Henry to tend to when dawn hit. "It's alright, Malcolm. We know the risks. We're here anyway and not goin' anywhere."

Malcolm had mentioned to him that he'd never slept in a bed with anyone else before due to his night terrors, so Raylan was prepared for that, if nothing else.