He sits behind her now. Looking at her. "Because my father was violent and he would hit someone and then the mother would yell and the kid was caught in the middle of both evil worlds." He says. Cryptically telling her something about himself. "I just know hatred comes from violence. That is what the kid grew up knowing." He says softly. Sitting behind her and smiled. Taking the brush and parting her hair. Half on one shoulder half on the other. He pulls with a comb three different strands. "I had a lot of hiding time. I learned to braid...my one time girlfriend taught me to french braid. We stopped dating when her father found out how I dressed...I cared about her." He says softly. Braiding her hair. Adding another strand every so often. He was going to braid her hair nice and pretty. Her hair was like silk so it was fairly easy. He looks at her. "One day I will tell you...why I hurt myself." He says softly. "When I am not such a coward. My life....to say it the least way...was far from nice. Far from easy. Far from love filled." He adds more strands. His cheeks pink as he continues braiding his friends hair. When it was halfway he would add two more strands. One from each side. "I am starting to like you as more than a friend."  he whispers.