Chris's POV
Sofie came into our room with a tearstained face and a grim expression. "Hey," I asked, "what's wrong?" she just shrugged then fell face first on the bed next to where I was sitting. A few strands of her silky hair flew into my lap and I combed through it with my fingers. Sofie visibly relaxed but stayed where she was, indicating to keep playing with her hair in silence to calm her down.
We lay there for minuets, hours, days, I don't know. But it did feel good just to sit in the quiet with Sofie without her jumping up, flailing, or screaming, 'IM A NOODLE'. because yes, she does that a lot. Sof eventually put her head into my lap and asked "how long will we be here?"
"I don't know Sof. As long as we have to I guess."
She grunted and pushed me down onto the bed then curled up to my side saying, "bed time!"
"What?"
"Yeah. Look at the clock..."
"Holy -- ok... goodnight Sof."
"Goodnight" she said, and absent minded smile on her face, "I love you" she added quietly, probably not even knowing she said it. But even knowing that, my heart swelled. Man I was whipped. Oh well!
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