[One of his hands comes up automatically to bury his fingers in Joseph's hair, a belated response to Joseph's in his. He'd halfway noticed it before, but now he really realizes that Joseph's hair is soft, weirdly soft, insanely soft. He's sort of mesmerized by it, and he watches his own fingers carding through it as if he can't completely believe this is happening.]
[Joseph is still faceplanted in his neck, which means he's still shivering periodically; it also means that his brain-to-mouth filter is shot, so.]
You have really good hair. Just really good.
. . . Why are you laughing at me? [Suddenly suspicious . . .]
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[Joseph is still faceplanted in his neck, which means he's still shivering periodically; it also means that his brain-to-mouth filter is shot, so.]
You have really good hair. Just really good.
. . . Why are you laughing at me? [Suddenly suspicious . . .]