"John," Sophie agrees quietly, before Connor starts his spree of awkward. John may catch half an eyeroll before she settles down on Connor's other side, draping herself against his side and pulling the comforter up around herself. One of her arms slides around his middle, but it only rests there, palm stretched but not holding.

I'm right here, is what she means, but you two are going to have to figure this out.

"A nap would be nice."