Malcolm took a shaky breath and nodded, drawing back but not away.
My boy, this isn't healthy. Expired drugs, philandering cowboys, this commune where you live like their pet in a pen. What are you doing?
Malcolm shifted them around so his back was to 'Martin'.
"Can... can you stay for a bit?"
Begging for crumbs. A killer. It's sad.
He turned and looked at the space there almost viciously. "Then GO AWAY."
He looked at Raylan again, taking a deep breath. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm..." He pushed a hand through his hair. "I'm going to take some medicine and then... and then... do you have time to stay for coffee?"
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My boy, this isn't healthy. Expired drugs, philandering cowboys, this commune where you live like their pet in a pen. What are you doing?
Malcolm shifted them around so his back was to 'Martin'.
"Can... can you stay for a bit?"
Begging for crumbs. A killer. It's sad.
He turned and looked at the space there almost viciously. "Then GO AWAY."
He looked at Raylan again, taking a deep breath. "Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm..." He pushed a hand through his hair. "I'm going to take some medicine and then... and then... do you have time to stay for coffee?"