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Your hair is all out of place, is the excuse that Noire comes up with when Hanzo comes out of the shower and back into their temporary quarters in comfortable clothes and his hair down- and in response Hanzo only levels her with a rather wary and disbelieving look.
But now he finds himself on the couch, damp hair level with his jawline, a more than huffy expression on his face as he feels delicate fingers smooth down the back of his head. Admittedly, he does feel the tug of a knot that he must have missed, but that is quickly worked free, and the fingers pull through his hair with no effort the second time.
It’s… embarrassing is not the correct word, but it’s the one that nearly makes it to Hanzo’s tongue anyways, as Noire works him over. It’s a touch that Hanzo can’t really place the last time he’s received- gentleness is not something the archer is given or gives often. It’s unusual, almost alien, let alone that it was coming from Noire- the two more prone to small bits of bickering and casual distance (mostly at Hanzo’s insistence) than anything else.
It’s nice.
So Hanzo only lets it continue for a few small moments, when the tangles are cleared and the archer is very sure it’s just an excuse now, before he reaches his hand up to circle around Noire’s wrist, pulling it away.
When he speaks, Hanzo is already moving to pull his hair back up, “That is more than enough. I can tend to myself.” There is little real bite to his tone.
