Watchful blue eyes track Raylan as he moves back into the room, trying to get a gauge on how he is, but Malcolm can see he's stuffed it all back into his metaphorical hat. Still, Malcolm's gaze is warm where it falls on him.

"I was... going to go do some yoga. But." He inched a little more towards the foot of the bed. "I was thinking that... if you guys want... my room is smaller, but my bed's the same size. If you don't want to kick Neal out next time, we'd fit in there. And it's safer. I'll be restrained." He was still deeply concerned about cold cocking one of them with an errant fist to their sleeping face. He glanced at Doc and then Raylan. "If you want."