"If Arlo had that, we'd all be better off," Raylan only half joked, hand running up and down Malcolm's back as he felt himself relax a little more for the fingers in his hair. God all he wanted to do was set everything down for a minute; he was grateful that Mathis gave them the chance.

"Only when I have to. Only once so far, after he'd had a heart attack but just to talk to him about a case.. Well, a.. disturbance he'd caused. I'm hopin' the next time is to identify his body. It'll happen sooner or later, him bein' in and outta Tramble Pen so much." His tone was just as unbothered as ever, even as he remembered Arlo setting him up to do his dirty work, Helen chasing after him in the parking lot screaming about things being real.