Silco was never a big fan of physical touch, whether it was Jinx or you. He rather kept his distance, sticking to himself and not feeling anyone’s touch. But neither you or Jinx respected that.

“Get off me.” With an annoyed undertone, Silco tried to do his work, getting the things he planned done but you were planted right on his lap, braiding his short hair while humming quietly. He knew there was no chance of getting you off him, so he just avoided touching you.