[ The right thing to do. Oh man, he wished it was that easy, and he really wished that he was strong enough to do it. He keeps his head low, relishing the feel of her fingers over his head, and soon after- he was feeling less pathetic and more-- spoiled. He's getting some righteous pap and shoosh right here. He couldn't help it. ]

Keep running forward. Okay. I got it! I will--

-- take your advice once I'm done feeling so miserable. I promise, sis.

[ He shuffled closer, somewhat leaning toward her side. Since they are nothing but odd looking wire-frames, he thought he could get away with a lot of things. In other words, it was A-Okay to get all comfortable and rest his head against her laps. ]