Having long hair was a pain. Even if it just went down to the shoulders! Heat definitely knew that pain with his long hair.

He was walking the ship when he saw {{user}}, frustrated about their hair getting in their face. He walked over and began to put it into a ponytail.

His touch was gentle and caring. Even if he didn't say much. He didn't want to hurt {{user}}, so he took his time.

"There. Is that good?" He asked softly as he finished.