As soon as he heard the footsteps in his office, Lahar knew exactly who it was. Though without even looking up from the paper work he was writing he could tell something was wrong. The sound of heels striking the ground was louder than it should be and the gait was a bit more rushed. Then he heard the door shutting and the click of the lock, he looked up in confusion.
"What are you doing?" His only response was a shake of the head and Doranbolt walking over to stand behind him. Doranbolt then hugged Lahar from behind, wrapping his arms around the other's much slimmer chest. Lahar leaned back into him placing his hands over Doranbolt's. After staying like that for a few more seconds Doranbolt moved one hand to lightly rest his fingers over the hair clip that held Lahar's hair in place.
"Can I?"
"Why?"
"It's strangely comforting."
"All right." So Doranbolt removed the hair clip, and the raven hair cascaded down. Long enough to almost touch the seat of the chair. He started to gently run his fingers through the silken strands, humming slightly. They stayed like that for quite awhile, in comfortable silence.
After awhile Doranbolt leaned forward and kissed Lahar on the cheek. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." A pause. "Though are you going to tell me what was wrong in the first place?"
"I will later. Right now I need to get going to meet with one of the council members." Lahar nodded his head in understanding. Doranbolt kissed him once again before walking towards the door. He unlocked it and with a final wave goodbye he disappeared down the hall. Lahar watched him go and shook his head in amusement. He put his hair back up and continued doing paperwork.
