3am, Tyler palms my head like a basketball.
M: what are you doing?
T: Just… Just… Just… Ok?
M: stop it and go back to sleep.
T: no. Just wait a second and tell me. (He then grabs a lock of my hair and starts rolling it between his fingers). What is this? Is it black -white? Blue-black? Blue-blue? White-blue?
That was it, he rolled over and went back to sleep. So weird.