Marco tried to suppress a grin when Erran offered up his hair. He reached a hand up and pressed it into the top of Erran's head. Gently, though, because he was still kind of aware that it was a strange request. He splayed out his fingers a couple times before removing his hand. "Cool," he laughed to himself. "I bet your bullies are kicking themselves now, though, because you're probably way smarter than them. Right? And your hair is probably way fluffier."
He put his hands in his lap so he wouldn't touch again before he continued. "Oh, yeah. I was in and out of hospitals a lot, and I had this one lady for a couple years who switched my medications and taught me how to do shit. You know, social skills, and shit. Uhh, what's it called... Self management? I don't fucking know. But she helped me a lot. Taught me how to talk to people and deal with a lot of the negative symptoms. I actually felt like a person for the first time, and not like a, uh... Well, a useless retard." He shrugged. "Then my brother's dad stopped paying child support, and we ran out of money for her, and I went back to the state hospital. Which wasn't awful, but it wasn't as good. Uhh... Yeah. Did I answer your question?"
Somehow, over the course of explaining, Marco's hand ended up back in Erran's hair, lightly fluffing it up more like a pillow.