But it does work better since Neal came back. Raylan tried to not feel guilty about that, and a knot was put in his throat. No. No use in counting. No use in comparing. He had no right. None at all.

A soft hum of agreement came from behind the kiss and he gently brushed Malcolm's hands away to unfasten himself; he could do that, he wasn't a total failure in undressing himself he just couldn't handle the bend and pull of tugging them off just now. His breath still hitched, a wash of fresh pain rolling over him, another idle thought as to if any of those pretty pills could help him despite Malcolm telling him not; Of course not.

Suffer for your sins.

Once they were off, Raylan gently pulled Malcolm back into his arms, encouraging his back to Raylan's chest so he could press his forehead against the back of Malcolm's.