Johnathan's face didn't change much, aside from a failed attempt at the smile he knew was expected out of him. What formed was more of a pathetic half smirk, and he ignored the seat.<br/><br/>"So is this what we have to see before dying? Your life story and then it's over?" He asked, something akin to hope peaking through the dull tone on the last word.<br/><br/>He could handle another day before nothingness set in, especially if it was a day without his mother's apathy, amongst other things. He finally peaked at the baby, less thrilled by it's cuteness than her, "I guess it's pretty cute..."