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[Oh. He blinks as Sylvain suddenly is on his lap, cheeks coloring a little. Where is he meant to put his hands? It's unclear but he settles them on his hips as he feels his hair fall free. The long mohawk portion of it anyway. It feels nice, the fingers moving over his scalp, the moonlacing starting at his head. He almost closes his eyes actually.

But then Dedue nods in agreement. Yes, he will tell him if he oversteps a boundary of some sort. That is a promise.

And then he does close his eyes, unable to resist how nice those hands feel running along his head. The last time anyone did this he was a child. He's for gotten how wonderful it feels.]