"That's what I thought." Jerome reached for Jeremiah's wrist right away, squeezing it painfully so he'd drop the gun. Then he pulled his brother close against himself, holding him there and kissing his cheek. "MWAH!"

Kissing his cheek loudly, wetly and insistently. "There you are, you little rascal! Let me cuddle you!" He noogied him instead, while keeping a hold of him. "You're looking good, Jerry! I forgot what that old face looked like before I had to staple it on. We're damn handsome, aren't we?"