Malcolm, of course, takes that as platonically as he’s been saying it to his closest friends here and smiles, patting Klaus’ shoulder.

“I love you, too. And I appreciate that you’re looking out for me, but… I’m okay, really. Better than. We got through… that and… we’re in a good place. We had the best night last night. I promise.”

And if there was still a little ache in his chest when he thought of Tim going home with Raylan, then he’d put it in that box of pain in the back of his heart where he keeps all his memories of his father.