Malcolm slid one hand into his homemade restraints, which had been the focus of entirely too much attention at dinner - but all in good fun, he supposed - and then the other. He wasn't sure if he was expecting Doc or Raylan. He'd had both the night before; he wasn't sure how that affected the arrangement they had.

He'd been concerned Raylan would be in some way displeased with him, but he was perfectly pleasant all day. Even protective, at dinner.

He scooted down in bed, pulling up the blanket and letting his head settle into the pillows. Rolling to the side, he looked down at the empty mattress on the floor. It would be nicer, he thought, someone sleeping in here with him.