"I don't think anyone was in their prime at eighteen." They were all too young, too stupid, too proud, whatever it was that was the inherent curse of being eighteen.

Klaus was a good friend to Malcolm on that basis alone. Raylan could guess at why Klaus wasn't taking more liberties but they'd all be wrong. He had no idea what Malcolm had told him but he was fairly sure, on account of his life here not blowing up, that Malcolm hadn't said anything too revealing.

Raylan just nodded at the stammered answer, the slight touch, the shudder. "I can't stop lookin' at 'em when I'm near a mirror. When I'm not keepin' track of every little goddamned thing behind me in the image." The mirror thing from the mansion still haunted him.