“sit.” he says sharply, not even looking up. you don’t speak, settling in on the pillow on the floor. he’s already stroking your hair, his hands so gentle, while his voice is so sharp. “pet, i’m very busy.” he tells you, still not even glancing in your direction. “but i know you get lonely without me. so if you’ll stay quiet, you can stay in here, tonight, okay? only speak when you’re spoken to.” he says, fingers moving down to trace your face. he looks down at your finally. “comfortable?” he asks after a moment.