"I like your hair," he admitted quietly, pulling his eyes away from Anders' face so he could glance up at the hair in question. "It looks soft. It reminds me of sunsets, actually."

He bet it felt soft too. Nathan tilted his head and let his eyes flick from hair down to Anders' face and then back again.

"And when it falls in your face, you just need someone to push it bac -- " Well, that had come out before he'd even realized what he was saying. He meant it, yes, but didn't know if it was too forward of him.