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Indy jerked awake as the train jolted, sitting up quickly as he realized he’d been leaning against his father’s shoulder.
“Sorry.”
Henry smiled. “Actually, I was rather enjoying it.”
“What, being drooled on?”
“Spending time with my son. We lost so much time, being… being stubborn idiots.”
His son snorted. “Yeah, well, we have time now, apparently.”
Henry touched his stomach, where a gunshot wound had vanished. “Apparently,” he agreed, then, “Perhaps this would be more comfortable?”
Indy hesitated, then moved under his father’s arm. “It was kind of nice,” he admitted, on a yawn. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Sleep well, Junior.”
THE END