Again, the familiar affection didn’t bother him. He rather enjoyed the feel of fingers in his hair. Somehow, he especially liked Tiras’ fingers in his hair. Something about them made him melt a little, as if they were somehow more skilled at the fine art of stroking hair (maybe, given what Tiras was, they actually were).
“I’m not here all the time,” he said. Sort of warning? “I’d feel kinda bad if I come home one day to find you waiting at the door.” Maybe he should give Tiras a key?
Okay, that seemed dramatic. This was literally the second time they’ve encountered each other.
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Again, the familiar affection didn’t bother him. He rather enjoyed the feel of fingers in his hair. Somehow, he especially liked Tiras’ fingers in his hair. Something about them made him melt a little, as if they were somehow more skilled at the fine art of stroking hair (maybe, given what Tiras was, they actually were).
“I’m not here all the time,” he said. Sort of warning? “I’d feel kinda bad if I come home one day to find you waiting at the door.” Maybe he should give Tiras a key?
Okay, that seemed dramatic. This was literally the second time they’ve encountered each other.