That expression made Raylan reach over with his foot and tuck it against Malcolm's.

"At least 40%," he promised with a pull of his smile. The rest of the sandwich was tucked away into his mouth neatly and it's wrapper balled up into his fist and dropped onto the table. "Thank you for brinin' me dinner. My stomach and my liver agree that maybe I overlooked that particular bit of self care today."

It was nerves and he knew it.