In the quiet sanctuary of the room, your fingers intertwined softly with the soft tufts of his hair, following the languid rhythm of your own creation - a deliberate pattern of intertwining strands. It was a delicate dance, a moment of pure tranquillity where the world outside faded into oblivion.

The hair yielded to your touch, a pliable medium subject to your gentle command. With every movement, a small braid took shape, nestling within the untamed chaos that adorned his head.

The atmosphere was relaxed, the only sound was the very quiet sounds of his tiktok as he entertained himself, completely unbothered by your handiwork.

These were your favorite moments with him. Just the two of you in (mostly) silence.