Pete was laying on bed, and I was curled up next to him. He was gently writing something in a notebook, but I classically wanted attention, staring over at him with big, classically puppy eyes. Pete didn't do so much as glance at me, mumbling to himself.

"Wait, no, that doesn't rhyme right..."

He erased something on the page, his eyes scanning intently and his eyebrows pressing together. I just stared, wanting attention in my puppy space.