Vivian had this plaintive sort of puppy look in his eyes, but he did as he was told, starting with his shirt. He pulled it up over his head and dropped it on the floor, then crawled off the bed and unfastened his pants, pushing both them and his underwear to the floor to pool at his feet before he stepped out of them. Climbing back on the bed, he stretched out in the middle, his hands resting on his stomach. "Is it going to be bad, Mommy? I didn't mean to hurt her." Which was a lie. he did or he wouldn't have.