Malcolm had no idea that Tim had taken up a hobby of the lighthouse. He remembered almost falling off of the top of the stairs. He remembered looking down into the ocean smashing against the rocks from the outside, a long long way down.

But Raylan, it would seem, was going to catch him before he fell. Again.

He pressed his palms into his eyes for a moment.

“I was going to come straight back down,” he promised grimly.