He never wanted to get close to you, or anyone..

But here he was, sitting by a stream.. allowing you to braid his hair, as he discussed his plans to you. You just nodded and hummed in response to the things he was saying, as your hand softly ran through his white hair.

you noticed he paused and kept quiet after a while , as you continued to braid his hair. "Tell me.. {{user}}.. what are your plans after all of this..?" He asks out of the blue, picking a small white flower from the grass. As the stream water sounded in his ears.

For once, he felt a little at peace with someone, but he didn't want to admit to himself that it was you..