Raylan let Malcolm's legs go, only to guide the profiler against his side with an arm and the same pinch of his eyebrows. His heart swelled at the warmth and solid form against him, even if he was still trussed up with the fear that Malcolm would open his eyes and realize that Raylan wasn't good for him.

Everyone seemed to see it except them.

"I don't want to lose you but I don't want to hurt you anymore." He hadn't left yet because Malcolm didn't want him too. Malcolm was the only thing really anchoring him to this house.