Keith

You were sitting in the lounge when Keith came in and laid his head on your lap. You looked down at him, slightly surprised but also a bit amused. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, not wanting to wake him up

You run your fingers through Keith's hair as he sleeps, feeling his soft locks against your skin

You look at the others and they all give you a thumbs up, as if they're giving you permission to mess with him