Oliver shot Jack an inscrutable glance before gripping the offered arm. Jack felt momentarily triumphant, having won this battle he didn’t want to win in the first place. Likely the amount of discomfort he was relieving was too small for the other man to even notice. But the heavy weight on Jack’s arm felt like it belonged there, as if he had been waiting years for the chance to help the son of an earl across a few yards of muddy ground.
