Gary. His hands are cold.

Hank lifted his hand from his mug of warm milk and rested it over the hand on his left shoulder. It was cold under his warm skin. The hands gave his shoulders a gentle squeeze. "Dad?"

"Can't sleep either?" Hank asked Gary.

"Yeah. I was sitting out back, thinking."

Hank chuckled. "You'll think better if you sleep on it first. I'm starting with warm milk. If that doesn't work, I'll fire up the sauna." He pressed down on Gary's cold hand and moved his own back to the warm mug.

"Thanks, Dad."

Gary came around the table and sat down across from Hank. Gary held his hands out and Hank clasped them, feeling his son's palms warming against his.

"So the old reliable didn't work?" Hank asked. "Manual sleeping pill?"

Gary laughed aloud. "No. Dad, I couldn't concentrate."

Hank laughed. "Yeah. If jacking off doesn't work, you gotta try something else." He squeezed Gary's hands and let them go.

"Thanks, Dad. I'm glad you're not mad or anything."

Hank shook his head. "Not mad, nope. Not me or your mom. Any way I can help to put your mind at rest?"

"It helps to hear that you and Mom aren't mad." Gary said. He smiled. "And..."