[ Locus doesn't know of he'd call this normal. Normal for them is what upgrades to make to their personal armory or what brand of bullets is better or what their next move in a mission is. Sitting here talking about Locus' hair or what their shopping list for the restaurant is or any mundane topic isn't normal. For other people, sure. For them? Not so much. Beyond that, idle conversation hasn't ever been Locus' strong point. It feels awkward to talk when he doesn't have anything to say. Felix always has something to say and constantly fills up space with words. The majority of the time Locus finds them useless. Sometimes downright annoying. But right now it might be helping.
Even if it isn't normal.
Locus doesn't really say anything right away, just lets his lids droop as he stares toward the television but not even remotely watching. It does feel nice, someone else combing his hair. Especially considering he doesn't often give it much attention himself beyond combing or pulling it back onto some semblance of control. As much as Locus doesn't seek attention, he can't lie about how nice it feels.
He huffs a small, soft noise that's borderline amusement. Hurting him by combing his hair. Right. ]
No. It's fine.
[ He can withstand torture. This isn't remotely close. ]
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Even if it isn't normal.
Locus doesn't really say anything right away, just lets his lids droop as he stares toward the television but not even remotely watching. It does feel nice, someone else combing his hair. Especially considering he doesn't often give it much attention himself beyond combing or pulling it back onto some semblance of control. As much as Locus doesn't seek attention, he can't lie about how nice it feels.
He huffs a small, soft noise that's borderline amusement. Hurting him by combing his hair. Right. ]
No. It's fine.
[ He can withstand torture. This isn't remotely close. ]