Malcolm let him move away. He knew Raylan didn’t cry. They’d lost people and Raylan hadn’t cried. He probably needed a second.

Tim.

“I’m coming back,” Malcolm insisted. “At least for a couple of hours. It’s… Doc’s night tonight.” Doc’s night was important to him. “So if he wants to come over…” he waved a hand. “I’m coming back so he shouldn’t until I’m gone. I’m sure you’ll think of a nice way to say it.”

He glanced around. Had he worn a coat? No, it was warm outside. He took a steadying breath, then spotted the record. He looked almost embarrassed.

“Right, I’ll… take this back. Since I’m going that way,” he said, reaching for it.