The Fussy Kid

His red eyes met hers. They almost seemed to faintly glow in the dark. At least in her tired, bleary state the way they reflected the firelight - or what was left of it - made them seem to almost glow.

It was most certainly an ominous, eerie sight to behold.

He held her gaze for a moment as his arms released her - slowly, as if ready to react and grab her if she slipped in his hands.

And.

Then he held her gaze longer. When she thought he'd break it, when she expected the tension to go away, he still stared into her eyes, still tense and ready for her to melt into pudding on the bed again - a possibility she herself had yet to rule out.

And then.

He rolled his eyes.

His red eyes rolled and he let go of her entirely. "I cannot understand how you have lived so long." He said it simply, without and real inflection.