We decided to watch a horror movie tonight. It's a movie Jake has been meaning to watch for a while and I comply even if I'm not into this sort of genre. I keep holding on to Jake's arms all throughout the movie and covering my eyes with them during the scariest parts. Jake can't help but chuckle every once in a while which makes me feel embarrassed. When the movie ends, Jake gets up to head to bed and places a kiss on my forehead as if to wish goodnight to find a pouty son with puppy dog eyes still embarrassed that a movie got him this scared. Jake stops and holds my face in his hands and asks:

"What's the matter kiddo?"

"I'm scared" I mumble.

"Awww, I didn't know you'd be this sensitive to this kind of movie. I promise I won't watch them anymore with you. Are you gonna be OK?"

"Yeah... it's just that it's dark. Maybe next time we can watch them during the day?..."

"OK, kiddo. Are you heading off to bed?"

"Ye.. yeah.. hmm.. I should, shouldn't I?"

"Yeah, you should! Listen, if you're that "apprehensive" maybe you could sleep with me tonight. I don't want you losing any sleep and affecting your performance at school. What do you say?"

"Ahmmm.. o.. OK… I'll go get my pillow."