Innocence

I just finished fighting and crying from that fighting--so close to just finishing that I was still hiccuping and I still had tears oozing out of the corners of my eyes. My youngest brother (he's four) comes downstairs--I have my own floor of the house (the basement) and there is still no wall between my room and the game room. He comes down so sweetly, so innocently.
"Jojo," he says. "This is for you."
"Thank you," I murmur, trying to avoid his gaze. I don't like when people realize I've been crying.
"It's from church," he says. I didn't go to church today because I'm still feeling under the weather. "I had two," he explains. "They're really yummy."
"Thank you," I say again.
"Will you eat it?" he asks.
"Yes, I will," I say.
"I'm going to put it on your bed," he says. I'm sitting on the floor with my back against the bed.
"Thank you," I say a third time.

He goes upstairs.
Before he closes the basement door behind him I hear, "What did she say?"