Keigo was finding himself thoroughly confused by the way Ichigo was acting, at least somewhat. He was so nervous but still persistent in touching his hair and keeping himself close... Keigo had to admit that he enjoyed it when Ichigo was like this. It was a nice change from being the one to constantly initiate physical contact.

Mentioning his hair like that... Keigo really became confused. He laughed softly, brows quirked as he squeezed at Ichigo's hand affectionately. It sounded silly, really, though he knew he tended to fuss over his hair quite a lot... Was that what made him... whatever way Ichigo was insinuating? He wanted to ask, but he was brought to yet another impasse as Ichigo's thumb nudged against his mouth.

Keigo stiffened slightly, mostly because it was such a candid thing for Ichigo to do. He flustered all over again, looking to one side almost shyly. His lips twitched slightly; Keigo had to fight the urge to nip or kiss at Ichigo's finger with it so close to his mouth. Instead, he blushed and laughed sheepishly, unable to look at Ichigo directly for some reason. It wasn't as though they weren't affectionate with each other! "My hair and...m-my mouth? I-is that all?"