Pike stepped closer to him and pulled the boy into his arms, resting his chin on top of the boy's head.

"Very good," he whispered softly, rubbing on hand up and down the boy's back as he met his own boy's gaze with his own. What could he say? He knew he needed to talk to Jim about Frank... about what his lover had said... but not now. It was still too new.

"All right then, boy, back to our quarters. We have something to finish I think. And not with cuffs or whips either. I'll keep it simple this time."