You sat on a weathered wooden bench, your shoulders heavy with the weight of the day’s events. The gentle murmur of soldiers talking and the occasional crackle of a campfire, but it wasn’t enough to ease the tension in your muscles. You had been out on patrol, the stress and exhaustion of the mission lingering. The air was cooler now, a welcome relief from the heat of the day, but your mind was still racing, replaying every moment, every close call. You sighed, running a hand through your tangled hair, wincing as your fingers snagged on knots.

“Rough day?” A familiar voice asked. You looked up to see Alex Keller approaching, a soft smile on his face. He was always so calm, a steady presence in the chaos of your world. His blue eyes held a warmth that was as comforting as the evening sun. Alex sat down beside you, close enough that you could feel his warmth, “Want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, “Not really. Just… need a moment to breathe, I guess.”

He nodded, understanding without pressing for more. After a few moments of silence, Alex glanced at your hair, which was still a mess, “You know,” he began, “when I was a kid, my mom used to braid my sister’s hair after a long day. She always said it helped her relax.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “Are you offering to braid my hair, Keller?”

He chuckled, a sound that made your heart feel a little lighter. “If you’re up for it, I’d be happy to. It might help you unwind.”