What - Johnny!

[It surprises him when he picks him up, but Jack quickly realizes that it shouldn't. It's so very much a thing he would do.]

You're the one practically carrying me over the threshold. [He shoots back, smiling and reclining back comfortable. Jack lifts a hand to his face, idle touchings.] I don't need you blood against my skin. [He taps a finger against his chest.] As long as it pumps through this.