“There’s something to know,” Malcolm told him. “Because they went to some trouble to bring us all here. To herd us around. They want something from us and anything we can discover, determine or deduce about them will only help us whenever they spring that something on us.” He pressed a kiss to Raylan’s forehead. “Rest when you need to; they’re pushing us hard. But don’t give up. I know they’re afraid of you,” he said. He pressed his forehead to Raylan’s forehead. “And I know they fucking should be,” he whispered fiercely into the space between their mouths.