✩ when ur kidnapper is creepy as fuck
✩Grooming, brushing or tending to their hair
From acts of affection: x
There’s a hand raking through his hair in a sick parody of comfort. He’s too dazed to respond with much more than a faint groan, and even that makes his whole body hurt. He feels like he’s coming apart -- every nerve in his body has been agony for so long he thinks he’s forgotten what it is to exist without pain, without wanting to stop feeling the screaming of his muscles and the burning of his bones.
The hand though -- that he almost relaxes into. Would have, but for the fact it was Grindelwald. And he wants no part in whatever twisted game he’s playing at with pain and comfort. Nothing he offers can possibly last. But he feels the steady drag of knuckles against his scalp, the fingers carding through his hair -- he c a n ’ t stop himself from unwinding ever so slightly. (It’s been so long.)