"Sit still or I'm cutting it all off. Capiche?" He chided firmly while he continued to forcefully work with your hair. Braiding the strands together as he switched between having to hold you still in his lap, and actually making progress on the braid. Swearing quietly every now and then while you made the process needlessly difficult with your fidgeting. Honestly, finding you half dead under a pile of rubble and taking you in was probably the easiest and calmest of his interactions with you