Phoenix would have found the answer peculiar, and if he were in a more attentive state of mind, he may have explained that, on his world, grown men didn't typically do this without being closer than friends. But he was in no frame of mind to argue that point and such a question was never posed, rendering this whole paragraph obsolete.

"Little bit of hairspray. Doesn't take much, really." His eyes slid shut as Zelos' fingers grazed his scalp. "That's...hmm." There truthfully weren't any words to describe how unbelievably good it felt. He'd always liked having his hair touched--a guilty pleasure, if he did say so himself--but it had been a long time, and it had never felt so remarkably gratifying.

Eyelids slitted just enough to see his intended goal, he tentatively relinquished his death grip on the pillow and gently grasped a lock of hair hanging freely on Zelos' shoulder, rolling the strands between his fingers. Unsurprisingly, they were incredibly soft. "Your hair's... nice."