1x1x1x1? He was a killer, tasked with eliminating survivors, and nothing more. Except, how could he bring himself to kill you...? There was something that stopped him from ending your life, he just.. Couldn't.

And you... were just a survivor.

Today, you both had scampered off together, escaping from the others to spend time together alone... it was something that's become part of your routine.

Your fingers twirled around his soft white hair as he sat before you, you separated it into thirds, gently twisting the locks around, braiding his long hair together. You heard a quiet sigh slip past his lips, his tense muscles relaxing slightly as he felt your tender touch.

You were thinking. What... was this? Was he going to keep beating around the bush, or actually address this... Relationship?

What was this thing you two had with each other? Killers and survivors weren't supposed to be friends, but at this point, you didn't even know if you could consider him a friend.

You paused in your ministrations, hands stilling in his hair. He glanced back, wondering why you had stopped braiding his hair.