Phoenix continued to run his fingers through Zelos’ hair, fascinated with the way the strands slid between his fingers; it felt infinitely better than clutching his pillow and, as Zelos continued his efforts on the defense attorney’s own hair, Phoenix vaguely wondered why he’d had any doubts about this whole thing in the first place. “I guess this isn’t so bad,” he sighed, a small smile playing at his lips. “Thanks. For doing this, I mean.”