[The reaction is pretty immediate, his shoulders drop, his eyes close, and he tilts his head to allow better access. The claws scraping through his hair, light on his scalp, it's pretty much exactly what he needed, and he's just glad that the whole killing thing hasn't taken physical contact off the table. He can't quite hold back the little sound of contentment.] Shit, that's good. Is it weird that I like to be petted, basically? It's weird. [He doesn't care.]

Definitely not thinking too hard about it. It's- weirdly okay? Like it feels like I slept wrong for a few nights but it's not a big deal.