Aoi lowered his hand when he noticed that it was making Shou uncomfortable and glanced out the window, confused. It seemed like everything he did made Shou uncomfortable, but he didn't know why. Most of the time people seemed to like being around him. Then again, it was starting to get difficult to tell who was being genuine and who was just trying to use him. Aoi looked at him again when Shou started telling him about his parents, though, his eyes widening with surprise. Shou's own parents had done that to him? The more Shou spoke the angrier Aoi became; how could his family do this to him and then treat him like there was something wrong with him for it?

"Why would I want to drop you off just because of the color of your hair?" Aoi asked, reaching out again to run his hand through Shou's locks. Maybe his parents' reaction was the reason he hadn't wanted Aoi to touch it. His hair was so soft Aoi could barely feel it on his skin. He grinned at Shou. "I think it's cool. I wish I could go on stage with hair this color."