[ The hair brushing is so nice that she is basically purring like a meowcat, herself. She giggles and rolls onto her back, looking up at him with droopy, sleepy eyes. ]

Hehehe... like I need to be full a' more hot air. [ She appreciates him taking the time to consider her question and answer it seriously, though, which is why she adds: ] I don't think I'm supposed to, H. Idk. I've been tryin' to do that for years? Heeence the meowcats n' the booze n' the gazillion crushes.

[ She laughs again because why not life's a big fat fucking joke anyway, ]

Case in point: I'm in love again n' abso-fuckin'-lutely miserable.