[ No, maybe it's not normal for them. Maybe it's even more abnormal than anything else they might have done. But Felix is under the impression that normal people do domestic shit like this. The TV says that they do, anyway, and maybe it's all exaggerated bullshit, but there's got to be a ring of truth to it.

And touching Locus feels nice. Felix doesn't want to stop. ]

I don't know. I don't have long hair. [ It comes out faintly defensive, because he knows that Locus is laughing—his version of laughing—at him. But not terribly so. Because Locus is obviously enjoying it at least a little. ] Shh, I'm being considerate.

[ He moves easily onto the third section, quickly tackling the tangles so he can switch to long, smooth sweeps of the comb. He takes care to run the tips of the comb lightly over Locus' scalp for a little extra sensation. The task's almost meditative for him too, and he keeps combing long after he doesn't need to do it anymore. ]

You should let me do stuff like this for you more often. I could try my hand at a little massage too.