Klaus looks as good as if he’d slapped him when Malcolm pulls away. “I didn’t say you didn’t understand , I just—” he rolls his lips together and shakes his head. It doesn’t matter what he thinks, because nothing is going to change this unwavering devotion that Malcolm has placed at Raylan’s feet.

“I just don’t want you to keep getting hurt because he doesn’t know what he wants.” He whispers softly, staring down at his own hands, fingers twisting together.

Something grows tight in his chest and he doesn’t want to be here anymore. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles, spinning on his heel to dart back out the front door.