[Topher tries not to laugh out loud, but the real problem lies in trying not to think much on anything she's thinking and instead his head all but explodes in a flurry of sci-fi film statistics and Daft Punk music scoring it all, all to cover up anything he might have thought about one thing or another. Cuddles, however. Cuddles, he can do. He wraps an arm around her shoulders as she tries to pull away, all to pull her back, because there is no being clingy here. Only safety and a complete failure to be reassuring.]

I dunno. You could probably pull off red hair. [He grins dorkily.] You're gonna make yourself sick worrying about it or give us both brain aneurysms... Though probably not that one. Relax.

[He removes his arm from around her shoulder and places his hands on either side of her head, using his thumbs to gently massage her forehead.] Relax. Just stop thinking so hard for, like, a second. You'll feel better. Promise.