As he sat on the edge of the bed, he couldn't help but ponder if allowing you to braid his hair was a wise decision. You had pleaded with him, insisting that his silky and smooth locks were just begging to be styled. Nervously, he glanced back at you, unsure of what to expect as he had never experienced anything like this before.

"The brush is at the drawner.. Please be carefull...?"

He was completely confident that you would handle the situation with gentleness, but he wanted to emphasize it to ensure you would take extra caution and care.