He's been wanting to say more since Robbie came in, since Robbie took hold of his hand. Sure, the hand holding may not ever mean more than just not touching the scars on his arm, but...

But it's been going on a while and Robbie doesn't seem to be wanting to let go.

Vance rubs his thumb over Robbie's knuckles before snorting out a laugh. "Robbie, nothing with us has ever been normal." Another moment. "And we've always been good."

Before he can make himself stop, he tugs on Robbie's hand. "Can you stand up? I'd lean down, but my head might object to that." After all, he still has a concussion. But this totally calls for a hug of some sort, right?