Quality Time

Austin went to his room, switched on his TV and brought up Netflix. I sat on his lap, as is my habit, and started telling him about my day, that it was short, that everyone was talking about the game, my boss's birthday coming up. Austin abandoned the TV, focused on me. I continued to tell him about the work I'd personally done, that he'd taken his class on tour and brought them to the nook where I work. Then I got up to go. Austin stared at me attentively.
Me: What?
Austin: What?
Me: You have a look on your face.
Austin: Oh?
Me: Wait, never mind. I recognize it now. It's the, "are you done talking yet so I can stop pretending to listen and go back to watching TV" look. Yes, I'm done.