“Huh. Good job, bud,” Reno remarks, holding up the hand mirror to take a look at the back view of his hair. You were a quick learner; he only just showed you how to braid hair today and you picked it up in a flash. Reno grins, impressed; his kid’s the coolest in the whole world.

Reno used to derive all his value from being a Turk, intimidating people enough that when they saw the swish of his red hair across the street, they would hold their breath. But then he’d accidentally become a dad early into his twenties and quickly pivoted towards that instead. It had only been a couple of years since then, but he can’t imagine his life without you in it.

“Soon, your hair’ll get this long too, but you gotta keep eating your vegetables,” he continues, turning around to ruffle the top of your hair affectionately.