[ Wow he really, really didn't ask for this. Ares sounds like a childish brat on a playground from one of Aoba's distant memories. He grimaces as he pushes the pain out of the forefront of his mind as best he can. Like Ares jolted away, he also takes a step back, as well as a deep breath in to keep his temper in check. ]

Yeah, I can feel it.

[ Stated as plainly and flatly as possible. It's not a pleasant subject with him, no good feelings or memories associated with it. It's always been painful or uncomfortable in some way, whether it was his hair that hurt or the words others would say about it. Like what Ares is saying.

He might barely be keeping those memories from spilling over on the connection, but his discomfort is no secret. ]

I've always been able to feel my hair, so I don't tie it back or style it much. It hurts a lot, so please don't touch it again.