Malcolm blinked against... blurriness, until he realized it was tears and wiped at them, looking after Doc, clutching the blanket where it had been draped over him. He looked at Raylan as he shifted back down.

“I’m fine,” he said absently, looking towards the door again before slowly shifting back down beside Raylan. “Is he mad?” he asked, shifting close to Raylan again, despite the space on the other side no longer needing used.