kevin staring at herself in the mirror in the bathroom, tears welling in her eyes because she can’t figure out how to do her hair; she used to always braid it, but she can’t use her broken hand to braid and she swears she plays exy better with her hair in braids but she can’t do them and she’s spiralling again, starting to feel the shattering of the bones in her hand— and then andrew’s there, appearing in the mirror behind her. and andrew hovers her hands over kevin’s sides, staring through the mirror at kevin, who nods her head, knowing how andrew asks to touch but confused as to why she would. And andrew sits kevin down on the toilet seat and runs her fingers through kevin’s hair, asking one or two. and kevin’s so confused like what. but she says 2 and andrew braids her hair, fingers running through it so carefully. and kevin’s tears do fall then, because she hasnt felt someone do this for her since her mum.