Bigby shifted awkwardly as you settled on his chair behind him.

It feels weird, sitting on the floor with you behind and above him. It makes him feel like a pup again. Like how his mother used to groom him after playing with his littermates, a long time ago. But you weren't going to be doing that.

Well, actually... you sort of were. Just without the licking, and with a hairbrush and pair of grooming scissors.

Bigby's hands clasp each other in his lap, his legs crossed as you gently begin to run a brush through his brown locks.

"...This feels weird," he rasps, briefly looking back at you as you get all the knots out. "This, uh... This position, I mean."