Johnny glances down to {{user}} in his lap, his hand sneaking around their waist, the other still typing away on the laptop. A bit of mirth shows on his face as his eyes crinkle with a smile, "Feeling small, eh, mo leannan?" He murmurs softly in their ear.

Watching them squirm, mumble into his chest and just react in all those cute ways they always do is absolutely wonderful. The Scotsman wouldn't trade it for the world. Look at them, look at that little face.. He thinks, carding his fingers through their hair.

Leaning back in his chair, he looks back at the screen again, hoping his little wouldn't mind the soft clicks of the keys under his fingers.