He remembered that phrase. Soft spot. So many of his family had used it when it came to James, whenever he visited their homes, whenever his family gathered for reunions. He'd never understood what it meant at first, taking the phrase too literally, but after some time, they'd explained it to him in a way that he could understand. Having a soft spot meant that they wanted to help, and that taking care of him... felt good. James' fingers twined as he thought about it briefly, his shoes brushing against the floor.
"I think if you've got a soft spot for kids," he suggested softly, still not quite sure if it was his place, but feeling more and more like he had to say something to thank her that wasn't a simple two words. "You'd be a good mom. The sandwich looks mighty good." He looked up hopefully, unsure if he'd said he right thing at all.
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Date: 2011-09-14 09:00 am (UTC)"I think if you've got a soft spot for kids," he suggested softly, still not quite sure if it was his place, but feeling more and more like he had to say something to thank her that wasn't a simple two words. "You'd be a good mom. The sandwich looks mighty good." He looked up hopefully, unsure if he'd said he right thing at all.