With Henry around his waist and Raylan around his chest, Malcolm was as properly secured as they'd be able to get him. Raylan watched Malcolm's silhouette turn his head back and forth from his half cracked eyes and hoped this all wasn't too.. weird. He kept his brushing fingers going, shifting them just enough to brush against Henry's chest a little with the motions until the lure of sleep, steady heart beats and breaths caught him and slowed them to a stop.

However subtly Raylan might have wanted there to be a little something to interrupt, he was just as touched starved and was more than happy to be settled down next to people he felt safe with - no cotius to interupptus. Somewhere in the next hour, one finger finds its way to hook loosely underneath one of Henry's undershirt straps and if there's a few twitches of his hips towards the pair, surely he's running in his sleep.

He knew this would be just as short as the last but if they were lucky, maybe they'd get those few extra hours of sleep they were all hoping for.