"Oof!" B doesn't protest, but he does squirm a little until he can get enough leeway to scoot properly into Steve's lap, instead of leaning awkwardly against him. "Okay. Okay, Steve." When he settles again, he loops his arms around Steve's shoulders. "I think I can manage to call in sick at the kennel tomorrow, just spend the day here with you. Or out there with you. Anywhere you wanna be."

It might make him feel better, too. God. Lark, just gone, like that....