"I know that." Griffin snapped. Then he took a deep breath it wasnt her fault that he was uncomfortable. He had learned years ago to contain his emotions. He didn't know why he was having so much trouble controlling them now. He didn't look at her when he took the papers. Her worry about the playroom reminded him that he wanted to offer his services to her. "Umm..I meanted to her that I might be able to help. I'm a very good with my hands. I can help repair the furniture and paint the walls.