[He offers simply, and as he's pulled closer still, he laughs with Ryan. Lightly, he splashes some of the water at more than just his hair, one arm hooking around Ryan's front to grasp at a shoulder as he nearly slips. But he catches himself, straightening and pulling back enough so that he can wet Ryan's hair, fingers running carefully through to avoid what knots he can.
He does notice that pink, though, and he's all for trying to deepen it.]
The color, the shape, the texture— how could I not? [Again, he runs his hands through, cups them and pours it over higher if he needs to. All the while he's leaning into the bathtub, practically.] Do tell me if I'm not gentle enough.
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[He offers simply, and as he's pulled closer still, he laughs with Ryan. Lightly, he splashes some of the water at more than just his hair, one arm hooking around Ryan's front to grasp at a shoulder as he nearly slips. But he catches himself, straightening and pulling back enough so that he can wet Ryan's hair, fingers running carefully through to avoid what knots he can.
He does notice that pink, though, and he's all for trying to deepen it.]
The color, the shape, the texture— how could I not? [Again, he runs his hands through, cups them and pours it over higher if he needs to. All the while he's leaning into the bathtub, practically.] Do tell me if I'm not gentle enough.