[His hair has always acted like a kind of shield, hiding his weaknesses. Mostly physical, but at times emotional as well. It's not as if he deliberately chose it with all that in mind, but that's how it ended up becoming. So when she pushes back his hair and looks at him so directly and intently, he can feel himself waver, feel more exposed and vulnerable. However, although he stiffens a bit and his gaze shifts away, he doesn't pull away. Regardless how discomforting it is at first, her hand is also comforting.]
...It's nothing.
[He knows full well that's not convincing at all, but he's not sure he knows how to say what it is, either.]
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...It's nothing.
[He knows full well that's not convincing at all, but he's not sure he knows how to say what it is, either.]