"Little Bee..." A pair of skinny arms loop tentatively around her shoulders and John's ginger head buries his face against one of them. "I have a headache."
« ♥ » —— While a couple of months back, she may have been startled at something like this, now she merely rests her head gingerly against John’s own. “Oh?” She asks quietly, reaching her right hand up to curl through his hair. “Have you had some ibuprofen?” She turns her head slightly, gazing at him out of the corner of her eye. “And some water? Or have you been working all day again?”