Malcolm pressed his lips together and nodded. He could do that. He could do that for Raylan.

“I was in the kitchen. I… I wanted to make some tea,” he said, his voice a little rough from screaming, then crying, then screaming, then crying and then screaming. “Then the Shadow Man was there. He was just. There. In the house. I shouted at him to get away. But he kept… coming towards me. He tried to grab me and I just… grabbed whatever was there to protect myself. But then he was gone and Neal was on the floor.” His voice wavered. “Neal was on the floor and he was bleeding and then you came.”

It barely even registered that Raylan came because Malcolm screamed and screamed and screamed bloody murder.