It was a late evening at his apartment, which you two were hanging out at.

He sat on the floor, his back facing the bed as you sat on the edge of the bed. Your legs were on each side of him as you did his hair. His hands were rubbing your legs soothingly, humming as you fiddled with his hair.

He trusted you, he knew you wouldn't make him look silly. Right?

"I don't look foolish, do I?"