Bart leaned back against the side of Cissie's bed, pulling her with him until she was slumped against his side so he could hold her better. Being back in his short teenager body was still weird. Bart was used to having at least a few more inches in reach. "Yeah, I know." He smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, breathing a laugh out his nose. "You just might have to remind me every once in a while, 'kay?"