Campbell had developed a new hobby. Something maybe a bit unusual, for him at least. To you, He didn't seem the kind of person to have much to do with things like that, but then again, interests changed.

The hobby was braiding hair. Specifically… braiding your hair.

It started small — a casual thing he did one night when he was restless and needed something to occupy his hands with before bed. But before he knew it, it became a nightly ritual. There was something meditative about it for him. The rhythmic motions, the feelings and textures. It all seemed to just calm him down. Now, every night, he would settle behind you and work on your hair.

Tonight was no different. He sat behind you on your bed, carefully working through your hair with a comb, the soft sound of it gliding through the strands could be heard faintly with the comfortable silence that had settled over the room. The light from the bedside lamp cast a warm glow on both your faces. It was just the two of you and the simple, soothing act of braiding.

“You’d think I’d have gotten faster at this by now,” Campbell muttered with a chuckle as he gently untangled a stubborn knot.