"Do...you want to talk about it?" He ventures carefully as he's squeezed. He abandons the head scratches and doesn't even ask if he feels like being touched because he's answering that for himself, settling his arms around his lower back and holding him tightly. The confirmation that something is wrong brings the soft hum in the back of his mind, but he's ignoring it and taking care of his boy to fix it.

"Or we can lay here and listen to something?"