Wren flicked a look of confusion like he didn't know such a thing existed, and not for him anyway. When Adam started it made him flinch too, wide-eyed but in concern instead of fear for himself, the look disappearing when he realised that Adam was okay. "It's so soft and warm." he commented, rubbing his cheek against his sleeve before taking the brush bristled side first and looking at it like he didn't know what it was. He knew this, he thought, it was stirring some memory in him but it didn't seem to want to come. His head pinged with pain and he lifted his free hand to rub at it, turning his attention back to Adam, brush still in hand.
"You like it because I feel good?" he asked, not quite rhetorical, and then. "I like to make you happy." with much more certainty.