— he glanced over at you as he tried to put the rest of his silver belongings into his jewelry box. But he looked back at you again and frowned

he made his way to you and would grab your hair

— ”up! Up! Up! Your hair is a MESS! So it needs to be fixed. ASAP.”

— he would run through the mess of your hair, softly combing through it before braiding some of your hair

— ”how do you walk around with a nest on your head darling?!..”