There is something about being assumed dead that just releases all inhibitions. The drift increases the need to show and receive physical affection, and normally co-pilots solve that problem with physical intimacy. The Hansens normally solve that problem with a dog.
Not anymore. Ever since Striker Eureka blew, Hercules has no resolves against touching Chuck-a hand on his shoulder, a pat on the back, a hug.
Sometimes, when there's nobody around, Chuck will slip under the covers with his dad and curl himself around Hercules's body. Sometimes Hercules's hands will gently slide through Chuck's short hair, and sometimes the feel of his rough, calloused hands will lull Chuck to sleep. Sometimes Hercules will hold him like if he lets go Chuck will disappear. Sometimes Chuck will hold him the same way.
Sometimes, very quietly, Hercules will murmur, "I love you."
Sometimes, even quieter, Chuck will whisper, "I love you too, dad."
AN: I don't care what anyone says Chuck deserves an escape pod.
Should I make this a series? Each Jaeger team will have their own little cuddly drabble?