Me And Little Sister Would Join Right In There

He laid his head on hers. "My father..." he responded, knowing at least some of her pain. He knew about her mother and knew they had been close and the bond they'd shared with the piano. It must be hard to recall someone so clearly it hurt when Penny was clearly doing something she enjoyed. He wrapped his arms around her and ignored the protest his side muscles gave him. She needed him...and he needed her. He drew her onto his lap and started kissing the tears away, going down to her neck, pushing her hair out of the way, his hand roaming down her side.