[Ah - that casual contact is both familiar and strange. It's the sort of thing Angeal or Genesis have done to him before, but that he hasn't experienced much at all outside them. But it has him shifting closer, so their shoulders stay pressed together even when Wayland pulls back from the nudge.

He misses the glance at his lips, however, when Wayland mentions the petals, and Sephiroth frowns.] I never actually braided your hair for you... [He feels as though he's obligated to follow through on the offer he'd made, but even more than that...he finds he wants to run his hands through that hair. It looks soft and thick in a way Sephiroth's own fine waterfall of hair has never been. Of course, he can't take off his gloves without violating the one concession he was able to offer to Wayland's uncertainty about letting someone touch his hair at all, which means he won't actually be able to feel it...but even then, he finds he still wants to.] It might not entirely prevent them getting in your hair, but it could still be better than nothing.