Virgil can’t help the hum of happiness, leaning into the hand. He had the softest hair of the bunch, and knowing the others was probably the only one who liked it. Roman didn’t want anyone to mess up his perfect hair, Logan didn’t understand the need for such a weird action, and he imagined Patton was more used to giving then receiving- no that wasn’t about sex, oh god Virgil had snorted. He raised a hand to cover his small smile. “Tha-ank you.” Her spoke, speech impeded as always.