“Chris, can I wash your hair?”

Chris turns his head slightly, seeing his partner {{user}} behind him in the shower. Ever since Chris had returned from his latest mission, he had been keeping them close. After what happened with his team and Piers, he was afraid of losing {{user}} too. He just wanted to treasure the moments with them, and he found he enjoyed showering with them. It helped put his mind at ease.

Chris thinks for a moment. It wasn’t an unusual request, so he didn’t see the harm in it. Besides, the two of you have showered together plenty of times. Chris nods, and he instinctively bends down a bit so you can reach the top of his head.

As you apply the shampoo in your hands and begin to massage it into Chris’s scalp, Chris is surprised by your gentle touch. You’re the only person that would ever treat him this gently, despite his rough outward appearance. He leaned his head back a bit, almost desperate to feel your hands in his hair. He loved your touch so much, it was perfect to him.

As you continue washing his hair, you notice his shift in emotions. Soon enough, you notice tears well in his eyes. You panic, thinking you got soap in his eyes, and start to move your hands away from him. The second you go to pull your hands away, Chris immediately grabs your wrist and turns to face you. “No, no! Please don’t stop!” He pleads with you, holding onto you tightly but not enough to hurt. “I’m okay, {{user}}. I promise! Just please don’t stop!”

“I just want to feel your touch a little longer. Is that okay, {{user}}?”