Something to hold in the night

"Are you," she starts, walking up to him, tilting her head to her side to better look at him. His hands are still into his hair, but his fingers don't move anymore and he just looks at her, blush deepening on his face as she comes right before him. "Braiding your hair?"

He doesn't quite know how to talk, so he presses his lips together and finally lowers his hands, under her curious gaze. "I might be." he admits, in the end.