Romi huffed under his weight as she plopped him none-too-gracefully on the couch. "I like you, too, Eddie," she rolled her eyes, worrying maybe she'd rattled him more with her poor shot than she'd originally thought.
Without giving his declaration another thought, she made her way to her kitchen to get him an ice pack for where he'd banged the back of his when he'd fallen. Back in the living room, she sat on the arm of the sofa and pushed him forward gently, placing the ice pack on the back of his head where she figured he needed it most. Her hands were soft on him, not wanting to hurt him more than she already had.