He shifted, pushing out of the chair enough to reach back and turn it, sliding it up against the bed so he could sit comfortably. Holding onto Max as if he did it every day.

If he thought about it, he'd realize just how he did. All the different ways he did. Like a drowning man to a preserver.

But that was another of those things he didn't dig at.

"We'll manage," he promised, unconcerned. "An' I'll get ya rocker for the porch jus' in case."