Daqiang felt satisfied that his presumption had proven correct. It wasn't a difficult accomplishment or conclusion to come to, but it did require some thought.

Distracted with further suppositions, he didn't notice when he'd shut his eyes. Or that he'd tilted his head back to lean into the brush strokes. The tingle in his scalp with the gentle pull of the bristles was pleasant. It had been sometime since he'd had anyone comb his hair and he could not remember the sensation being so... nice.