That was it; some barrier broken, the fight given up as Raylan breathed Malcolm and the feeling of his lips on his in, he scooted closer and moved his hand from the side of Malcolm's face, fingertips dragging as they pulled away as though they were reluctant to leave, and moved it around Malcolm's waist instead.

Maybe it was weak. He didn't care. He was tired of wanting, of yearning, of fearing, of dancing. He just wanted what.. everyone else seemed to be getting here. He didn't want to be alone and lonely.

"I don't know what it was that you were sayin' you understood. Not when I'm barely keepin' up myself and I've got a front row seat to my own head. I just.. This place. I gotta take it one day at a time. We all do."

Malcolm kept insisting he was this wonderful sweet kinda man but he knew the truth of himself. One day Malcolm would see it too. Doubly so here in Mathis where they were tormented by the environment and everything else. One day he'd crack; one day Malcolm would see.