[An easy request to fulfill. Greed shifts, his fingers curling just slightly as he pushes them through Adrian's hair. It's longer, he thinks faintly-- and obviously, of course it is, he'd known that from the moment he'd seen Adrian, but it's one thing to see it and another to feel it.
Soft hair, and his fingers sliding through it as easy as anything, combing it back, hunched over just slightly as if that might help him better surround his Adrian. (And it is his Adrian, it's always been his Adrian, whether the man in question knew it or not).
He's quiet for a while. Pretends he doesn't hear those muffled sounds of grief, nor feels his chest growing a little damper. Just stands there, stroking his hair rhythmically, hoping it helps.
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Soft hair, and his fingers sliding through it as easy as anything, combing it back, hunched over just slightly as if that might help him better surround his Adrian. (And it is his Adrian, it's always been his Adrian, whether the man in question knew it or not).
He's quiet for a while. Pretends he doesn't hear those muffled sounds of grief, nor feels his chest growing a little damper. Just stands there, stroking his hair rhythmically, hoping it helps.
Eventually, his voice still pitched low:]
You wanna lie down?