We Haven't Done Anything

It was not long before Jefferson barged into the ward. At the sight of him, Adrienne's first concern was his leg injuries. "Jefferson, can you slow down?"  Jefferson ignored her and rushed straight to Hodge's bed. He took the old man's hand enthusiastically and called, "Grandpa, grandpa..." Hodge pulled his hand back and frowned discontentedly. He said, "Jefferson, we aren't that close. I am not your grandpa, please don't call me that."  "Hodge..." Jefferson stretched out his hand and pulled at the corner of Adrienne's clothes, hoping that she would put in a good word for him. However, Adrienne said, "Jefferson, my grandpa is talking to you. Why are you tugging me for?" Jefferson stared at her blankly. This little idiot didn't know how to read social cues at all. If he couldn't get past her grandfather, what good would that do her? Hodge glanced at Jefferson and asked, "What are you doing here?" "Come now, Jefferson sounds so formal. Just call me Jeff. You can even call me rascal if yo