It's hard to say if that bothers him, doing her a favor--or at least calling it such. She kind of wants to give him a hug. Kind of wants to just fall asleep. She decides to close her eyes. A little crown of white flowers flooms into existence, draped over his face at a jaunty angle. Hard to give books flower crowns.

"You really can be sweet when you want. I thought you'd be annoyed I was here. Just no room in the greenhouse."