She rested her forehead against the door. "No, I'm not, my darling. This isn't how adults handle this stuff. Open the door."
She frowned, looking up at him before embracing him, slipping her arms around his neck and standing on her tiptoes to kiss his temple gently. Her hand rubbed the back of his head gently and soothingly.
She shook her head, looking up at him. "As long as you don't use it against me," she murmured quietly. "I'm okay. I just gotta... get over it, I guess."
"It shouldn't," she said gently. "We all have tendencies like that... I'm not going to let your sister win this."
She buried her head in his chest and was quiet for a moment. "Just... bear with me, okay? It's gonna take a minute."
Her body felt tense, like she was poised to run as he stroked her hair. The dryer beeped to notify them that the load was done, and she flinched a little at the unexpected noise.
She let him go, watching him apprehensively, her brow furrowed as she folded her arms. "Don't be angry."
She hesitated, her head tilting slightly as she considered him. "Don't be upset, then... I'm sorry I'm acting like this, I just..." She shook her head as if to clear it. "I just feel weird."
His expression saddened. "I'm.. I'm just feeling badly. I'm not upset with you." He continued to the dryer, putting the clothes in the hamper with a frown.
