Her skin is warm, and she shudders under his tender touch. She keeps her attention focused on the task at hand, though, until she has every unruly cowlick and every little knot worked out of his hair. He looks deceptively gentlemanly, with a clean part and all.

Until a tress breaks away in a fresh cowlick.

She breathes a quiet, watery laugh, nuzzling her nose against his again, before pressing her mouth to his.

"I told you a lie, once. I told you I didn't care 'bout what happened t'you."

She drops the brush, sinking both hands back into the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Truth is? You are my family. You're the only family I got. I've always loved you, an' I've always wanted t'be with you. You're my home."