[Oh...it's been a while since he's seen Concord's hair loose like this. For a moment he's caught in a daze as he realizes this. How many evenings did they spend with him slowly combing it out before braiding it back up for the night? He feels a pang in his heart, but he quickly shoves it down deep. He doesn't even notice Concord draping the second robe over his shoulders in that moment.
He won't ask to brush it, even though he really, really wants to. He's too prideful to ask, it's like being the first one to try to make up after a fight and he's not in a place where he's ready to do that yet. So he'll wait for Concord to offer it instead.]
Yeah, okay. It's probably best not to have it loose on a beach anyway.
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He won't ask to brush it, even though he really, really wants to. He's too prideful to ask, it's like being the first one to try to make up after a fight and he's not in a place where he's ready to do that yet. So he'll wait for Concord to offer it instead.]
Yeah, okay. It's probably best not to have it loose on a beach anyway.
[Imagine all the sand it would get in it.]