"You have grass in your hair."
"..."
Seifer reached over to pluck the green blades from the thick head of hair, but Squall thwarted his plans by rolling over onto his side, not caring if the grass beneath them stained his clothes, and placed his head on Seifer's broad chest.
Squall didn't speak, and he didn't reach out to touch Seifer other than to press his ear against his heart. Seifer carefully placed his airborne hand to Squall's head, tangling his fingers in the chocolate-colored locks of hair.
"I have my SeeD exam tomorrow," Seifer said, if only to break the silence.