"Hmm. Normally I don't like it, but with someone I-" he stopped speaking for a moment, debating what he should say next before he started speaking again. "With someone I trust enough to feel it, it feels nice." He closed his eyes, old memories of good times coming up. "Its comforting with those people...with you. You have a gentle touch, I can feel it better than most when their hair is touched. My parents were never the touching type. They never hugged or anything, so something like this feels nice once in a while." He opened his eyes and turned his stare towards her, his gaze tracing her face, memorizing it as he watched her.<br/><br/>((That last line had me laughing way more than it should have))