She frowned at him almost sternly, cocking her head. "It's fine. Do you want some popsicles?" she asked, changing the subject evasively.
She pursed her lips, pulling away from him to head to the freezer. "Everything's fine, Craw. I bought a lot of popsicles on Tuesday. Like, a strange amount."
She frowned, glancing over her shoulder at him as she opened the fridge. "It's tradition for the Abernathy family to eat popsicles throughout the night of New Years..." she tried.
She gave him a shy smile, kissing the corner of his mouth. "It's fine. Everything's fine. Don't worry."
She shook her head, heading to go flop on the couch. "We need to count down to New Years. What time is it?"
She blew her hair out of her face with a frown. "I may fall asleep," she said, leaning against him thoughtfully. "I'm not good at staying up late."
"I'll do my best," she protested, glancing up at him with a small smile. "Don't give up on me just yet. But if I do fall asleep, please wake me up."
She rested her head against his chest, sighing contentedly. "What were New Years' like for you as a kid?"
