Jack knew he would never grow tired of those arms tightening around his neck. Never. His hold tightened too, just a little, never enough to hurt.
"You know, that sounds like a good plan. We make a great team." Though part of him hated that he would have to put Danny down. He wasn't the young man that could swoop down like he used to, and not lose hold. And unlike his father, he would feel guilt until his dying day if he hurt Danny again. "Ready?" They stood at the blanket.