Her eyes go to the black elastic around his wrist, and she decides not to ask for it back. Seeing it there makes her feel good, and she wonders if he feels something similar when he sees the necklace around her neck. If so, she should probably get him something better than a hair tie.

“As much as I appreciate the sentiment, you don’t have to do something just to make me happy,” she assures him, reaching up to sweep back the messy spill of his hair. “But, if you were to indulge me, don’t cut it too short.”

Her fingers curl in his hair and she gives it a playful tug. “I rather like having something to hold onto.”