"Dad?"

Alec paused, putting down the case file in his hands.

"Yes, sweetheart?" He turned toward you, looking mildly concerned. "You okay?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Just... Would you do my hair? Like you used to when I was little?"

The question stopped his ever-chattering mind for a moment. His daughter wanted him to do her hair. His too-cool-for-Dad teenage daughter wanted him to do her hair.

"I... sure, darlin'. C'mere." He wouldn't deny you this moment of connection. No way in Hell. He turned his chair outward, giving you space to sit in front of him. "Do ye have yer brush? Elastics?"