The fucking shadow man. Oh the plans Raylan had for that particular figure if they ever caught him in a corporeal form. It wasn't something he'd be able to do himself, but he had plans nonetheless.

"I heard you screaming. Only the last bit; I was cleanin' next door." His thumb brushed back and forth over Malcolm's knuckles. "Okay, so, help me figure this out. Clearly, if someone comes across you havin' an episode, it's a two man job, right? It's worth suffering the terror of two if no one gets hurt - can you handle that? I don't want us to make any plans on how to handle things without your input. But we can't let this happen a third time."