It's probably a bit surprising as well, how easily the braid begins to fall out. His hair is too fine and too silken to hold any styling without something to give it more texture. Even the gentle touch Claude uses now is enough to have more spilling out of the braid. Not that Lorenz minds terribly, not with Claude's fingers in his hair again.

"You should.... find something to read." Mumbled into the pillow, one last thought that it would be maddeningly boring for a man like Claude to sit here and watch him sleep. Whatever he might respond with, though, doesn't make it through the haze of exhaustion weighing him down. Before long Lorenz is curled tightly against him, fast asleep.