Malcolm smiled softly at him, lifting his hand to run fingertips down Raylan’s cheek and along his jaw.

“I still struggle with it,” he admits. “With what he did to me. With what he did to his victims. With nobody believing me that the girl was real for so long. But…” His smile widened a little. “I find it hard to complain when I’m in the middle of something I don’t deserve in a completely different kind of way.” He pressed a gentle kiss to Raylan’s mouth. “The kind of thing I thought I could never have.” He kissed him again, a little more intensely.