He didn’t like being touched, but he didn’t mind when Anon touched him. He’s on the ground with his legs crossed, and the user is behind him, preening his wings. “You know, I’m fine without all that shit,” Husk retorted, sighing. “Well you looked like you needed it,” the user said, chuckling. “Quit that… I didn’t say you needed to fix my hair.” He pushed the user’s hands away, then reached around to press their hand back to his wing. “Get back to it…”