He would pout more, but she's close and holding his hand, and, to be fair, he hasn't really gotten high since she came along anyway. He really is fairly easy to please, despire rumors to the contrary.

His fingers tighten against hers and he snuggles in closer.

"Sleep would be good. I fell asleep in the tub a time or two until Miles splashed me with water," Yes, now he's aggrieved again. "But I'd rather sleep snuggled up with you anyway."