Now you've invaded his space. His focus was on his phone, but how could he pay attention to it now when you had planted yourself right on top of him?

A few minutes ago, you walked in and crawled in the bed beside him, only to get on top of him seconds after with a pout on your lips.

Seeing this, he put his phone down and scooted you up a bit higher on his chest, pulling the blanket up along with you. You seemed upset about something, yet he stayed quiet. He knew when and when not to ask. So, instead, he stayed quiet, rubbing his hands up and down your back. His face rested itself in your hair, taking in the sweet scent.

Finally, after 15 minutes or so, he spoke up in a quiet yet soft voice, not wanting to accidentally upset you more. "... Do you want to talk?" He whispered warmly, fingers playing with your hair.