She smiled more genuinely when she realized the tug had thrown him off. Not a lot of contact, then, for Peter Pan. She didn't know why, honestly. He was adorable, and she tugged again on the shirt, walking him backward all the way to the floral couch under the window. "Thanks. It's real girly," she admitted, looking around at all the floral and white. "But it's mine, and that's nice."
She curled her legs beneath her, and she reached forward a hand to push his dark hair from his eyes. "Hey," she said quietly with an honest, non-threatening smile.