He couldn't hide the purse of his lower lip, as it jutted out in a pout. But he didn't move from her lap. He wasn't ready to. And if he was honest he didn't want to. She made everything right. Even when she was telling him the hard truth. He lay his head back down on her lap, his cheek against her thigh. He sighed softly. "Can I try to help earn it again? Or do you just.. want me to leave you alone?"