Chase shifted, rolling and moving until he was situated on his stomach, his face half-smushed against the pillow as he regarded Tobias's self- described bedhead. One hand reached up to carefully pluck at a section of hair that really was sticking up in stark defiance of gravity, smiling in amusement against the pillow cover. "It's not that bad."
He shifted again, rolling his shoulders as his face flopped in the other direction, tucking his arms under the pillow to hug it lightly. "I get bedhead, but even after I brush it it just does whatever the heck it wants. And I don't like putting hair stuff in it or anything, because then it feels kind of crusty and gross, so it's easier to just leave it."