Ethan
I ran my fingers through Demyan's curly hair gently and ran water through sections of it amazed at how easily they sprung back despite them being wet. His hair was like pure curly silk and I could stare at it for hours.
After a long day out in the cold I had never been more grateful for hot water. All the tension in my muscles seemed to relax and with a sigh I snuggled him closer to me as we enjoyed the quiet.
"Have you thought about what Helena said about your brothers?"
I partially opened one eye wondering where the topic had come from, "No. Luca and Stefano like Oxford. I'm not going to move them."
"Well I think you should consider it," he softly spoke, his fingers tracing random shapes into my forearm. "I used to love moving around when I was a bit younger."