Malcolm is shaking his head to confirm they didn’t flood when Doc issues his instructions, making Malcolm look sharply at him over his shoulder.

“Nobody will want to just... leave you,” he told Doc as though that were an obvious fact. “All for one or something.” He’s been reading a lot of Dumas in his downtime. He half turns to reach over and thread his fingers through the damp ends of Doc’s hair. “I can cut it for you, if you want. After the storm. Raylan wants me to cut his.”