It was already surprising enough when you asked your partner -- one with little patience at that -- to do your hair for you. And when his rough, ring studded fingers ran through your locks so effortlessly with care, like he was afraid of pulling to hard. Dutch chuckled, one hand coming up to scratch the raven colored stubble on his chin "You want me to brush your hair? You ain't ask one o' the ladies yet?" he asked sincerely. Hair wasn't exactly his area of expertise, but he'd try for you. It was just like brushing a horses mane, right?

It was not just like that.

The more he ran the brush through your hair, the more frustrated he would get with the most stubborn of knots. He'd curse when he lost a hold of the strands, sighing and trying again. The things Dutch did for you, so simple but oh so complicated none the less.