Honestly, Hayate had left him alone for not even five minutes. She crouched down by his sleeping form, blinking owlishly at him. The redhead had wanted to do this for a while, but never had the chance to. Slowly, and cautiously, she gently petted the top of his head.
Attai shifted slightly. Perhaps he had still been a little awake, for a smile graced his muffled expression at the feeling of the hand in his hair, and his head leaned itself into the extremity.
