Your hair was becoming, frankly, a problem.

Silco had never really given that any consideration. Hadn't crossed his mind. It had always been a bit messy, tied and clipped back in uneven, haphazard little ways; not an element he had given thought to. But hair grew, and apparently yours grew a bit quickly, and now, it's become a problem. It's too long, it tangles and knots, it's getting in your face. It's getting in the way of your work, even - something he became aware of when you nearly caught yourself on fire with a welding torch because your hair had escaped its clips.

The obvious solution was to cut it, but you had not taken the suggestion... well. It had taken many minutes of calming you from the subsequent, ah, reaction, to wheedle out of you that your sister had always trimmed your hair for you, when she decided it was getting too long.

Well. If you didn't wish for him to cut it, another solution would have to be found.

Which is what finds the Eye of Zaun, the leader of the chem-barons, the head of the greatest criminal empire this city has known, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a hairbrush in one hand and a pile of strings and ties beside him, trying to keep you from squirming on his lap while he attempts to brush the worst of the knots out of your hair.

"Hold still, child. This needn't be so difficult."

He's trying to sound confident, unbothered. Truth is? He hardly has a clue what he's doing. This was not something he had anticipated when he took a child in - he hadn't thought about such little details. But, he is intelligent. Innovative. Adaptable. A problem-solver. He can handle this.

Look, how hard can braiding hair actually be, right?