—Well, it shows. You're the definition of being a responsible mother.— He then extended his right hand in an almost unconscious manner, seemingly reaching for her, but stopped almost immediately. There was an evident uncertainty in him with the simple act of talking, let alone touching her. But in the end, he just used a couple of fingers to comb a rebellious lock on her hair. —Yeah, maybe a couple of nights would help... I just find it a little hard, ever since I went back to sleeping alone.