Raylan smiled crookedly, softly and bent down to steal another less intense kiss.
"I'm startin' to think you're not real, Malcolm Bright. Far too much hope and far too little cynicism to be from a real place." And far too skilled at handing out forgiveness and understanding.
"Patience for myself, I got. Kindness maybe not so much. Guess I'll have to rely on your help for that one."
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"I'm startin' to think you're not real, Malcolm Bright. Far too much hope and far too little cynicism to be from a real place." And far too skilled at handing out forgiveness and understanding.
"Patience for myself, I got. Kindness maybe not so much. Guess I'll have to rely on your help for that one."