"I can brush your hair for you after- when- uh, when I've made you some tea. Later," Caduceus said, tripping over his words slightly, though that wasn't particularly unusual. "I don't think it'll tame it at all, if anything it might make it more lively. But it feels good. The brushing." And that was what was important.
There was no need for him to comment on Caleb's arms. On the scars or the crystals. And he saw no reason to avoid them, to pretend they weren't there. They were as much a part of Caleb as his red hair that Caduceus had just been so attentive to.
One hand had slid to cup the back of Caleb's neck, about to ask him to shift around slightly when he felt the touch to his side. At first he thought perhaps it had been accidental, but no. No, that touch was very much absolutely deliberate. He shivered, goosebumps making the fur beneath Caleb's fingers rise as though to meet them.
"It's strange to me," Caduceus said quietly, his already deep voice lowering even more. "I wondered what you would feel like." Whether he meant specifically Caleb or all of his non-firbolg friends he didn't clarify. "But it's strange to me how you're so smooth everywhere and then-" his touch wandered across Caleb's shoulder and then down to the little patch of hair between his pecs. "You just grow hair in certain places. It's nice, though. I like it a lot. It's more noticeable than on...my, uh. Me."
Now he was trying to remember the last time someone ran their hands over his fur. Or touched him for a prolonged amount of time. Just something gentle. And tactile. He missed this kind of physical affection. Caduceus returned his hand to Caleb's arm and starting to massage again, trying to focus on his task of helping Caleb relax.