That simply told him how much the man wanted him to remain in his line of sight. The corners of his lips lifted slightly to form a smile that did not reach his eyes.
After getting ready to leave his room, the little boy came to him and asked, "Why did you choose to bake cookies with me?"
He smiled and reached for the boy's head. Suspecting, he asked, "Did they refuse to let me into the kitchen?"
The boy looked down and pouted slightly as he fiddled with his fingers. It was only after a few seconds passed that the boy responded with a nod. "I tried to tell them you were going to teach me how to bake but they refused. They promised to serve us with freshly baked cookies though."
He smiled at the little boy's words of encouragement as he rumpled his soft silky hair. "I understand you," he told the little boy. "We could do something else together if you wish. How about . . ."
