Walking side by side back from picking up the mail, they kicked up the colorful dead leaves littering their driveway. Shivering, Jack stuck his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Damn, it's gettin cold earlier these days, shoulda worn my gloves. Gonna be frost on the pumpkin tonight for sure."
Ennis slipped his left hand into Jack's jacket pocket and curled their fingers together. "Well, I'll warm ya up then, gonna be all over ya tonight for sure."
Jack squeezed the calloused hand holding his, and swallowed to clear the lump in his throat. "Ennis, I swear..."