You sat behind him, on the bed while he sat on the ground. His arms were hanging on his knees as you weaved his hair. His eyes would close a bit of the soothing sensation — your fingers combing through in a relaxing way.

“How’s it looking up there?” He inquired as he smiled sweetly at the ground. He glanced over his shoulder, trying not to move so much.

Your smile. It automatically told him you were satisfied with the process. If you were happy, he was happy. These cute little moments between you two was all he lived for.