Tang Fan sits as still as he can - his fingers continue to tap on his leg and his feet kick gently at the ground - as Wang Zhi teases the comb through his hair.

"I have never met anyone who could get their hair into quite this state - " Wang Zhi mutters under his breath, one hand firm on the top of Tang Fan's head as the other forces the comb through a particularly bad knot, "- especially not just in just one day."

Sui Zhou sits on the floor at Tang Fan's feet, his head resting on Tang Fan's knee and smiles up at both of them. One day Wang Zhi will discover that Tang Fan does this on purpose, and Tang Fan will discover that Wang Zhi enjoys his role, but for now, he's the only one who doesn't have to pretend.