Sarah nodded in sympathy. She gripped her club and stepped up to him to put her hand on his upper arm for a squeeze. "I know, bunny. I can't imagine what sort of pressure that must be. Being in charge like that, all the time, making sure everything goes right, taking the blame when it doesn't. You have nice, broad shoulders, sugarpea, but I'm sure all of that is very heavy sometimes."
She squeezed him again, looking into his eyes, and then, because she felt like it, she gave him a full-on, patented Sarah squeeze, not caring if anyone was waiting behind them.