[His smile broadens when she returns his friendly expression. He shuffles even closer, resting his hands gently on his knees. He furrows his brows, running his fingers over his hair.]
It was. [Sadly, with a heavy heart. He turns, enough for her to see the nest that has formed on the back of his head, where his hair is normally pulled up.]
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It was. [Sadly, with a heavy heart. He turns, enough for her to see the nest that has formed on the back of his head, where his hair is normally pulled up.]
I have completely lost control of it.