He was happy she had come and snuggled close, but he would not take advantage of this moment. He wanted her to know he was ok, that it was not her fault for their crashing. He should have been less hands on. His arm would go behind he head and fingers stroked her hair like old times. He did have so much to make up for, calling her those names, treating her like one aswell. He wanted a sister, wanted her. Even though the feelings were there.<br/><br/>" I am not mad. And I can't die on you without my sis going shopping, and forgiving me. Just let me tell dad I crashed. You don't deserve being in trouble. I got this one."