Raylan took another deep breath and looked himself in the mirror before turning the water off and drying his face, not completely oblivious to the conversation that was likely happening on the other side of the door. He still didn't know what Malcolm 'understood' and there was a little trepidation at being trapped in for another several hours with his own feelings and it being to early to drink.

But he also couldn't hide in the bathroom.

Combing back his hair with his fingers, Raylan put his metaphorical face back on and headed back into the bedroom.