"H-huh?" Ryan blinked, calm expression melting into confusion. Stumbling over his words, his sky blue eyes held concern as he tilt his head. "Well, th-that’s a sweet age. Though he may be getting a snow day- ah… A-are you sure, M-Mary? I woul’nt want to be a bother. If’n yer sure, ah…. P’haps I could help ye somehow? I can’t lift none, but I c’n clean. Or, ah, laundry- something of those sorts?"
His feet shifted nervously a bit against the floor, and although he would be delighted to stay- he was still shocked that he wasn’t being tossed out yet.
“I bet Dean's goin' t' love th' snow. Sammy's too young t' understand what snow is and why it falls, but whenever we get it, Dean's out there, rollin' 'round like a madman. S'quite cute, actually.” Mary gushed, she loved talking about her sons, especially about what made them happy. Looking around, she looked back to him and shook her head. “Come now, darlin'. Y' can stay as long as y' want. It's no skin off m' nose, 'could do with a lil' helper around th' house.” Mary nodded, grinning a little.
Standing up, she held out her hand. She needed to show him where he was going to stay.










