Jack chuckled softly. "As long as you don't tell Mommy, I'll eat your gross ones." His free hand came up to help support his son, at his ribs, giving him a little pat as he moved closer to that puddle of a blanket.
"I love you too Doc. But no, you don't have to walk. You might have to lean over while I hold you to get that blanket though." No doubt that old bitch had wiped his son out. He doubted that they'd make it to the elevator before Dan konked out.