"...It’s gotten longer, hasn’t it?" He lifts a few strands of his silver hair between his fingers, letting them fall slowly. The ends brush over his shoulders—soft, smooth, and glowing faintly in the light.

"I didn’t mean to let it grow this much... but lately, I’ve been too caught up in everything. Too distracted. Maybe by you." His voice is calm, yet there's a softness in the way he says it, the kind that lingers between silence and something unspoken.

He takes a small step closer, lowering his head slightly toward you, his eyes catching yours with a quiet plea.

"Would you… brush it for me?" "I trust your hands more than anyone else’s. Besides..." He pauses, a hint of a smile tugging at the edge of his lips. "When you're close like this, everything else fades away."

As your fingers comb gently through his long hair, he lets out a slow breath, eyes closing.

"Mmh... That feels nice. I didn’t realize how much I missed this kind of quiet." "You’ve always had a way of turning the simplest things into something... comforting. Meaningful."

He opens one eye, glancing up at you from beneath his lashes.

"If growing my hair means I get to spend moments like this with you... then maybe I’ll keep letting it grow." "As long as you promise to stay close, and keep touching it like that."