“Please,” He murmured for the millionth time, just as pathetic as the first plead. His head is buried in your lap as he sits on his knees in front of the couch, his hands clutching the blanket across your legs and waist.

“Pretty Please” He said, a little whinier than the last time. All he wants is attention, but you’re already occupied. Tobias looked up at you, his eyes pleading as he looked over the rims of his glasses and under his mop of chocolatey hair.