Raylan studied his face for a long second after the kiss broke and he nodded, reluctantly letting Malcolm go in return.

"Alright. I'll be here."

Once the door was closed behind Malcolm, Raylan stood there for several long minutes, in something of a daze. Could he really trust that? He wanted to, god knows he did. But he also knew how quickly, how unexpectedly that could change. Malcolm was going to tell Neal what had happened. Raylan knew Neal wasn't going to be happy about it.

Was he going to be able to come back home? Or was everything different and ruined now. Lying about if he was sleeping with Tim wasn't an option; it had to be done once the question was posed. If this was back home, it wouldn't be an issue - Raylan could run, could redirect Neal as needed. Mathis was harder. Insulated.

Raylan relocated his bottle of moonshine and poured another few fingers, taking a sip as he stared at the door. Malcolm's broken hearted sobs still sat too fresh in his ear. He had to call Tim. In a minute.

This was what some people would call stupid, blind luck and Raylan knew he'd be doing whatever he could to take whatever sent it his way.

"Jesus," he muttered to himself finally, rubbing at his face as he went in search for the phone.