<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tony's mouth opened to respond and no sound came out.  Jack leaned over and linked his arms around Tony's neck until the agent had to take the boy from Gibbs or risk him falling.  "Uncle Tim will be okay," Jack said solemnly.  "A'cuz this is a hopsital, and your doctor friend is taking care of him."  He poked Tony in the cheek.  "You either need chocolate or coffee.  Which one, Papa?"<br/>
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"He's yours alright," Tony said weakly.  He leaned his head against Jack's, leaned into Gibbs' touch.  "I suppose bourbon's out of the question?"</span></span>