When Marsh didn’t after a few seconds, Sean twisted his head and looked back at him. “You gonna let me up sometime today?”
“I dunno,” he said, humor returned like the last five seconds hadn’t just happened. “Maybe I like you there.”
“Barbecue in it for you.”
Marsh shifted so his hold was one-handed and doffed his hat with the other. “Did you forget I’m from Texas?”
“Fine,” Sean sighed, knowing what his friend was really after. “A dozen chocolate glazed.”
“Now we’re talking!” Marsh yanked him up, both of them laughing, and Sean made the extra few steps to fold his arms around him again. “I’m glad you’re here.” His parents, then Saul and Marie, had never been shy about affection, had drilled it in to him to always let the ones you love know it in case you might lose them. And he’d almost lost Marsh once. He wouldn’t hold back.
And he was done holding back with Trevor and Charlie too.