Sophia followed and looked at Brian. “Sit on him? He’s trying to eat, I’ll just sit on the floor,” she said, even though she weighed virtually nothing so Brian would probably be less likely to notice her wright. She sat in front of the couch, between Gabe’s legs.
“Eating pizza,” he answered. “What are you doing?”
He ran his fingers through her hair and started eating. “His legs are comfier than the floor, y'know.”
“That is not how you eat pizza.” She walked over to him and shook her head.
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”