Malcolm sighed happily as he settled in, Raylan’s breath warm on the back of his neck, his nerves settling the way they only did when Raylan held him.

“I love you,” he murmured, because he wanted Raylan to remember that; he seemed fragile today, though the rooms full of other people’s nightmares on top of his injuries probably explained that. He looked over his shoulder. “I love you,” he repeated firmly.