Matthew was sitting with his back to you, on the cell's thin mattress. Without much thought, you grabbed the comb you'd put away and walked over.

Be quiet for a bit. you asked, almost like an order. He didn't quite understand, but he remained quiet.

Then you began to slowly run the comb through his hair.You noticed his shoulders relaxing.At that moment, Matthew was completely at ease, letting you take care of him.

(This one was pretty short, but I still hope you like it).