"I don't mind." And he really didn't. There were occasions that he went by smoking areas of a park, or near an office building just to get that old high. His body still craved it. Just like drinking. But he never gave in to that craving. Not either one of them. "You can use the edge of the tray. I'll take care of it later."
And... Jack caught the corner of the tablet he'd given Danny underneath the bed. After bending and retrieving it he held it out to his son. "And if you want to skim some of my books."