Reluctantly, Michael walked over to where Theodore was sitting and took a seat on the floor; scooting back so he was between the others legs with his back pressed against the couch. He didn’t care whether his hair stayed long or short, but he was tired of the mess and tangles. Michael just wanted to be clean and to look like a halfway normal human being.<br/><br/>Somehow, Michael managed to sit relatively still for the hour that it took to brush his hair out completely. The parts that were smooth and tangle free he would mess with; running his own fingers through it to keep himself occupied.<br/><br/>Feeling Theodore’s fingers brush over the brand, Michael tensed, though he didn’t bother to move. If he moved, he might upset the other, which could result in a bad end to the night for both of them. “The guy said it was my owners initials.” Michael explained, growing uncomfortable as he did. “Funniest part, though, was I didn’t see him much. Maybe once or twice a year. He was a nice man, too.” He admitted with a soft smile. “I didn’t mind his touch.”<br/><br/>Clearing his throat, Michael scooted away and stood to his feet. Turning to face Theo, he brushed his hair over the brand to help conceal the scar. “Thank you for helping with my hair. Do you mind if I get some water?”