That, or he thinks you're the next best thing.

[She laughs a little, then stretches her arms up. The awkardness at the start seems to have completely dissipated; what was the point, if he literally has been in her lap for...

She looks at the clock. Longer than an hour? Wow.

Elle looks down at him, stifling a yawn.]

Are you all right? You looked so tired. And I can't imagine my lap is much more comfortable than the couch cushions.