[ What else feels good to him, besides idly running her fingers just barely of his forehead and bangs? Sleep, most likely.... but she isn't intending to tempt him off to sleep, just rest. So, she continues to speak with him.
...And she knows that he knows she meant her words in a way that isn't physical for his growth. His response earns a small chuckle that comes out more like a sigh. ] I should be saying that, myself.
Your hair doesn't feel as spikey as it appears. [ Saying so, she lets the strands fall from her fingers to his forehead, only to repeat the process. Her touch starts midline before brushing to the side of his head. It's repetitive, like the chorus to a lullaby. ]
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...And she knows that he knows she meant her words in a way that isn't physical for his growth. His response earns a small chuckle that comes out more like a sigh. ] I should be saying that, myself.
Your hair doesn't feel as spikey as it appears. [ Saying so, she lets the strands fall from her fingers to his forehead, only to repeat the process. Her touch starts midline before brushing to the side of his head. It's repetitive, like the chorus to a lullaby. ]