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"Hey, can I style your hair?"
Is what Toni asks one dark night, both of them sitting on the couch at Tonis apartment and watching television on the gray box tv.
Lawrence blinks awake, having already been falling asleep due to the quiet hum of the show playing and the low lights, plus the fact that Toni was running his fingers through his hair as he leaned onto the other. Lawrence was bound to fall asleep; he was only human.
It takes Lawrence a second to process the others words, letting out a small questioning hum, prompting Toni to repeat himself.
"Can I style your hair?" He asks again, and this time Lawrence is awake enough to properly understand.
Lawrence has yet to lean off of Tonis shoulder, deeming himself too warm and too comfortable to even consider moving a muscle. But, he reluctantly sat up, then looked towards Toni in the dark, the light from the television playing in front of them being the only source of light, making Tonis questioning and hopeful stare noticeable, but not to the blurry eyes of a tired person.
Lawrence was no exception.
"you want to.. style my hair?" Lawrence asks, his eyes squinting, his accent a bit more heavy than usual.
In response, Toni says, "Yeah, well, I really just want to brush it out, you got a bunch of knots." He says with a smirk, and to further prove his point, he reached out and grabbed a strand of Lawrences hair and pulled it gently, revealing multiple strands of hair all in a knot together.
Lawrence watched with droopy eyes, which widened when he felt Toni pull at his hair. His own hand went up to his hair and grabbed a strand, and low and behold, there was another knot.
Lawrence huffed in slight agitation. He hasn't had time to brush his hair out.
He looked back towards Toni once he felt him let go of his hair, and he did the same quickly as he stared directly at Toni, his stare tired.
Toni then pouted, bringing his hands together and linking them near his chest as he stared at Lawrence with a lousy attempt at puppy eyes. Lawrence is unaffected.
"Come on, please??" Toni tries to convince Lawrence, and with a couple more short moments of thinking, Lawrence sighs and nodded, which made Toni throw his arms up in the air with a quiet 'yesss!', and then he got up from the sofa, presumably to look for a brush.
Lawrence was already missing the warmth Toni had provided.
Toni quickly runs off somewhere, but he's back as quick as he left, this time with a normal hairbrush. He soon seated himself back down, then gestured for Lawrence to turn around, and with a small, annoyed huff, Lawrence did as he was asked.
Lawrence was already starting to feel his eyes droop, only jumping slightly when he felt Tonis hands carefully run through his short hair. He distinctly heard Toni mumble a 'sorry', then that's when he began to brush.
He was sure to be gentle about it, worried about pulling too hard. He tried to separate some of the knots by hand to make it easier and to not damage anything in result of desperately pulling at the knots in hopes they come undone.
Lawrence was expecting to feel a small sting, a pinch, anything painful, really, but all he felt was Tonis hands going through his hair and pulling at the knots in such a caring way, making sure to not hurt him or discomfort him at all in this situation.
Lawrence probably won't win the fight against sleep if this continues.
With that being said, his eyes began to close, barely feeling the brush run through his hair, getting smoother and easier with each brush. All he could really focus on was Toni.
It's a miracle he wasn't asleep when Toni suddenly tapped his shoulder lightly, alerting Lawrence back to the land of the living. "I'm done," Toni says, and the smile in his voice was easy to hear.
Lawrence hummed and reached a hand towards his head, running it through his light-colored locks. He was pleased there were no more knots. He turned back around to face Toni, who was placing the hairbrush on the coffee table.
Lawrence gave Toni an exhausted smile, but a genuine one. "Thanks, Toni, appreciate it."
Toni looked back to him and gave him a smile of his own. He slid closer to Lawrence and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and Lawrence wasted no time in leaning against him once more.
"My pleasure, I couldn't stand you hair being a mess anyways. Like seriously, what happened? You go on a roller-coaster without me knowing or something?" Toni joked, which ended with a small chuckle, but his voice was quiet.
Lawrence laughed softly, leaning onto Toni even more as he felt the vines of sleep start to drag him away, and there was no coming back this time.
"Maybe, maybe not." Lawrence replies with, and he feels Toni chuckle, his chest shaking with it. It's enough to finally send him to sleep, feeling comfortable with Toni here.