It was easier to tune out the hands combing through his hair, or at least pretend it was someone else. Someone who didn't matter, like a hair stylist or something. He checked his breathing, trying to calm down, if only for his sake. He was still tired, and stressed, and he needed to clear his mind. As if that would magically help him think of something he hadn't thought of before, or perhaps gain superhuman strength to break this chains.