"If you're going to complain I can call Aarne in to brush it for me?" Rik teased back. Aarne would brush his hair for hours too. It was a friendly sort of obsession that had grown out of their early interactions. They were still close and physically touchy though the sexual aspects were out of it unless the Fin was incredibly trashed out of his mind.

Rik expected it to hurt a little here and there due to the tangles but the fingers in his hair were nice. Sipping on his water and holding the ice to his lip he sighed contented at the Brit brushing his hair. It felt good. Better than anyone else doing it and that meant something.

"You should brush my hair more often." The Dane offered because it made him feel tingly and his heart skipped in his chest.