He winced reflexively at the touch, but just shrugged it off with a smile. "Since when you ever know'a horse able t'do somethin' like that t'me, kid? S'just a bit'a roughhousin'. Don' worry, he got his," Jack nodded a little at his words, as if reaffirming that for himself, before reaching out to ruffle Bobby's hair, pick at his collar.
"Y'look good, son. Damn good." He was still trying to process it all- his son was here, with a woman and a son. With him. It was taking him a while to get used to the idea.