Hank: Oh! You are in here. I didn’t hear clicking (typing).
Hank: And you are not drawing.
Hank: What are you doing?
Me: Just sitting.
Hank: Porqure (why)?
Me: Because everyone needs to be still some times.
Hank: Oh. (pause, fidgets then Hank climbs into my lap and we sit still together, watching the rain race down the windowpane.)