[It's okay. The Boss is encouraging him to do it, so it's okay. The Boss is saying things like our hair and our pieces, so it's okay. Shakily, gently, Doppio presses the towel against the Boss's hair, and then he moves his hand, and then he just has to keep doing that. Less shaky. Still gentle.

The continued confession is making his cheeks go red again. Not because it's embarrassing - but then again, he's not sure what he'd call it. It's real and it makes his chest flutter and his limbs feel light, it's genuine and it comes from somewhere vulnerable and he can tell, but embarrassing? No, he doesn't think it's that.

He doesn't KNOW the Boss feels embarrassed, either. If he did, he'd try to reassure him - somehow. The details are irrelevant; he would simply try. What he does know is...]

Well... I had to be at my best for you, Boss.

[Which doesn't sound that great, now that he's said it out loud. Sure, he did it for the Boss, but he didn't do it for the Boss, did he? His brow furrows.]

I-I mean... If I'd known what I was really doing, I... I'd still have done it! But it'd be different, right? The way I did it, it was more... I was doing it for me, so I could do it for you, instead of really doing it for you?

[... He's a little confused now. But the point is -]

So-- So you don't have to thank me for it.