[ She whines as she's pulled into his chest mid-stretch. Her struggles don't last very long before she gives up at the brush of his lips against her head. With her face pressed into his chest he can't see how the sadness lingers there, whatever trace of happiness she had felt earlier quickly dispelled. It's a blessing, really. ] 

You don't have to wear it just to be nice. It won't have anything sentimental attached to it. [ Even that tastes bitter on her tongue and she has to follow it up with a put on pout - ] And besides you didn't wear the hat I made you.