We’re sat on the SS Pogue at sunset. Kie, Pope and John B have gone for a swim and we’re left on the boat, I smile over at you when I notice you attempting to put your hair in a braid, but unable to reach the back properly due to the short length.

“Hey, let me do it.” I chuckle, motioning for you to come sit between my legs. “Hand me the brush.” I add, and begin to brush your hair through gently.