Clark got dizzy with the power of choice, and despaired for a moment when he couldn’t think of an answer. Daniel’s touch was a balm, and the soft whispers of affection were fodder for courage. Clark trembled uncontrollably until he forced himself still.
“Five,” Clark said, clearly if a little too loudly. The drill sergeant who lived in Clark’s head rallied to the goal, demanded that Clark take it no matter what, and Clark straightened in sheer lunatic determination. “I want five more, please, Sir.”
“Brave, beloved, Clark,” Daniel’s lips brushed Clark’s hair. “God, I love you, your courage and will. You do amaze me, every time. All right, let’s do this.”
“Sir, yes, Sir,” Clark gritted. Behind Clark, Daniel took his position again, got that fierce look of concentration, shook out the coil
