Malcolm could say that easily, but Raylan wasn't so sure. He wasn't likely to get blackout drunk without a good heartpained reason and he hadn't fallen into any positions to get him there yet. What would he cash them in for? That touch he so badly wants? He'd tried that.

Maybe he should be happy with his few stolen hours and stop feeling sorry for himself.

He took an equally uneven breath in at the hand slid up onto his chest and fought against the urge to say to hell with it all and just scoot closer, wrap him up. Instead, he brought up a hand to put it over Malcolm's in some form of.. reassurance maybe. Or maybe it was just an excuse to touch him back.

"You provided the distraction, I just called back to it to help steer things. It was good he apologized for it. That's whats important. Without even needin' to, what manners." Honestly, he was a little impressed.