He nods with his head partially turned to Malcolm before trying to cut the neatest path to the bathroom. He's not even certain hot water will come out of the tap but he'll just have to soak in cold water to get some of the mud and silt off regardless.

He still has some clothes in his old room, which is now Negan's, in the wardrobe. Where he's kept the parenting books and the grey teddy bear he took from the toy shop. Had Malcolm not offered, he would have rather tried to squeeze himself in Raylan's clothes than gone wandering in there poking his head around.

Wet clothes flop to the bathroom floor and Doc leaves the door ajar. Cowboy intervention might be required if he overhears any commotion, much as he would rather sit alone in lukewarm foamy water. No rest for the wicked around these parts, even come hell and high water.