Oh, but Jackson loved that spot, and made full use of it - until she stopped talking, which meant trailing his lips back up that lovely crest, so that he could be whispering in her ear as he tipped her forward into him. "You just gotta make sure she knows where her best interest lies." And it was, as far as he was concerned, with them. The new kids were useless, softened by luxury, no matter what they had just witnessed them do against the unleashed monsters. That had been easy, compared to what they lived with.

"Glen's a good choice," he added, letting go of her hand to stroke it down the back of her head, to her nape, extremely used to, and fond of, the inhuman feel of it, all bumps and creases, "if he doesn't let his conscience get the best of him. Boyd..." He did not have to tell her how much he appreciated the man, given how often he went with him and his crew on their crazy missions. "Advantages and drawbacks." To sending him there. They needed Boyd, or someone like him, up here.

Not to mention that Jackson would miss him. But that couldn't factor into that type of decision.