This was one hell of a time for JP to realise that he had a thing for people's hands in his hair. He cleared his throat again, wondering how many times he had to do that for his voice to stop damn breaking whenever he spoke.
"Uh- not really, but it's probably wise." Because really he was getting carried away with just how good it felt, unnecessarily so and he liked Julian so didn't want to go screwing up a good friendship because he couldn't control how his body reacted when he was around a certain person.
The slow withdrawal of hands from his hair caused a surge of disappointment through him and then he slowly pushed himself into a seated position, hand on Julian's thigh as leverage before he caught himself and offered a sheepishly apologetic smile, slowly moving to pull his hand away. His cheeks were flushed, eyes dark and large with his hair mussed. He probably looked a mess.