"another song, you said?"

john's lips curled up into a smile as he watched your astonished face, form, sat on the floor infront of him, your legs out infront of you as a small child would sit - to be fair, you technically were a small child -. you were adorable, and john seemed to want to let every single person know about it, always forcing you into conversations with a quick 'hey, my little'... he shifted his guitar around in his lap, just to lean forward to get a better look at you.

he just absolutely adored you, and he adored being your caregiver, too.