Horatio smiled wide and took the brush, first settling his hand over Archie's and giving a single soft squeeze. It was a gesture into which-- along with the look that came with it-- so much gratitude was packed. Archie's presence, the ship...

He felt at home. More than he had in years.

Rather than say anything, though, Horatio took the brush and drew it along the wood, chuckling after doing so. This would take awhile... and he couldn't wait for every minute.