Doc seemed a little stunned, and by the time he decided he ought to maybe react to it Malcolm was already halfway to the garage. It seems like today is going to be the day for close contact. But considering that they had just spent the past two days apart, he supposes he'll allow it. Just for this morning.
As long as they don't talk about it. Man up and get their shit together by the time breakfast is getting half-made.
"Okay," he says quietly, turning to give Raylan some space back into the kitchen. He tries to be a little quiet himself, heading up, avoiding the particularly creaky steps. He doesn't want to wake either of them if they're still asleep. Neal in particular needs the rest.
He does make it further into the room, padding over to the bed quietly, just to be sure it's Neal and that he's not pale or breaking out in cold sweat or doing anything other than sleeping like a baby. When Neal looks okay, Doc pulls a bit more of the blanket up to cover him properly before taking a mini-detour to swipe his hat up on his way towards making his way back downstairs.
"Maybe we should bring a mattress over from 1307," Doc muses as he hits the kitchen. Malcolm is out of earshot if he keeps his voice low. "Much as I don't mind your company I don't think you want me smothering you on the couch all the time if we have guests stayin' over."
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As long as they don't talk about it. Man up and get their shit together by the time breakfast is getting half-made.
"Okay," he says quietly, turning to give Raylan some space back into the kitchen. He tries to be a little quiet himself, heading up, avoiding the particularly creaky steps. He doesn't want to wake either of them if they're still asleep. Neal in particular needs the rest.
He does make it further into the room, padding over to the bed quietly, just to be sure it's Neal and that he's not pale or breaking out in cold sweat or doing anything other than sleeping like a baby. When Neal looks okay, Doc pulls a bit more of the blanket up to cover him properly before taking a mini-detour to swipe his hat up on his way towards making his way back downstairs.
"Maybe we should bring a mattress over from 1307," Doc muses as he hits the kitchen. Malcolm is out of earshot if he keeps his voice low. "Much as I don't mind your company I don't think you want me smothering you on the couch all the time if we have guests stayin' over."