Malcolm just stares at him for a moment. He knows all of those words, but it's la douleur exquise that twists in his stomach. That feeling he had for Raylan, until the day Raylan kissed him in Poe's.

"No you don't," he whispers, but something in him realizes that maybe he does. Despite having been with Daisy, he did kiss him in the kitchen that day, before he declared it a mistake and ran to her. Maybe he'd meant it was a mistake to have the feelings, not a mistake to do the thing.

"Wh... how... how long?"