"And then it's...left over or right under?" He asked after a second, his fingers weaved through strands of your hair as he attempted to braid it like her seen you do many times before. He was trying to be helpful, the day before he'd ironed your clothes and shined your shoes. He knew he wasn't the most overly affectionate person but he was trying in his own way. Gritting his teeth and cursing himself out as you sat in his lap while he sat against the wall on the barrack's floor