"Moonshine and love," Raylan echoed with a nod and a smile. "And soup. And big loud messy dinners. It sounds crazy but I'm sorta lookin' forward to the next time we do that. Maybe I'll be able to make some cornbread."

He needed Malcolm. He needed all of them and it was unfair, really, to put that weight on them, but that didn't make it any less true.

"First time I've ever felt like I had some kinda real family that wasn't Arlo or Aunt Helen," he admitted with a glance down at his sandwich before taking a big bite to keep his mouth busy.