Raylan grunted softly at the launch of weight against him, arms wrapping around Malcolm's shoulders tightly as his lips sank into his hair.

"It's okay, it's alright," he muttered. "If they help you darlin', then it's okay to take them. Your head has probably been missin' the help. It can still keep bein' a good morning."

They could have coffee together and eventually, Raylan would remember Malcolm's offer to cut his hair.