Malcolm hadn’t ruled it out, he and Raylan coming from the same world. It was possible. To hear Raylan even breathe the possibility lit something in his eyes as he looked up at him. He felt like he was holding something sacred and he was afraid to breathe or he might break it.

At the same time, Doc’s words still lingered in a corner of his mind. Maybe he figured the two of you can handle the scorn, a few threats, name-calling, unnecessary commentary, being pariahs. But his kid sure as hell can't. You can't ever be seen, with Raylan, in public, in Kentucky. Do you really think he thought that one out when he said he wanted you there?

“I could be part of your daughter’s life? You’d want that?” The part of his life Malcolm would be in and the part with his daughter and his job and his ex-wife. Together.

But where was he gonna fit you, between spending his nights sitting in his car outside a wanted man's house, arguing with his ex-not-ex-woman... thing, raising his kid, getting shot at, going back to the inn he's living out of where he can't refit the bed to suit what you'd need, probably drinking whiskey out of a plastic cup, waiting for the phone to ring to listen to someone else's voice? Where did you think you'd fit into all that?

“There’d be... space for me there?”