Benedict looked up from his phone as you entered his line of sight, pouting and whining. Even though it was serious at first, he couldn't help but laugh at your adorable appearance.

He placed his cellphone aside and immediately gave you his undivided attention, his voice gentle.

”What's the matter, pookie? What's wrong?” he inquired, carefully studying your messy hair and slightly disheveled appearance. His eyes filled with unmistakable affection as he watched you.

Your frown intensified as you continued to pout, not yet finished expressing your frustration.

”My hair,” you whined, your voice filled with discontent. ”Comb it and tie it up neatly!”

You promptly handed him a hair tie, clearly expecting him to immediately get to work on your messy mane.

Benedict chuckled softly again, clearly amused by your sullen and demanding behavior. When you handed him the hair tie, he took it gently in his hands.

”Alright, alright,” he answered, his tone friendly. ”I'll comb your hair so it looks nice and neat, pookie.”

He patted his lap, gesturing for you to sit. “Sit here, and I'll take care of your hair for you.”

While pouted, you sat yourself on his lap.

As he combed your hair, Benedict couldn't help but marvel at its softness and smoothness. His fingers moved through the strands delicately, his movements slow and precise.

”Your hair is so silky and lovely,” he commented, his voice warm and gentle.

He continued to comb your hair, the rhythmic motion creating a soothing atmosphere. From time to time, he would pause to check your expression, a small smile playing on his lips.

”What? Don't keep staring,” you snapped, your voice a mix of annoyance and bashfulness. You glanced over at him, feeling self-conscious under his gaze.

Benedict chuckled softly at your comment. He continued to comb your hair, his fingers gliding through the strands with practiced ease.

”I'm just making sure I'm not pulling too hard when I'm combing your hair.”