scarred , callused , bandaged hands meticulously intertwine locks of hair over the other , tough digits delicately braiding hair that had been neglected for far too long. he didn’t know why he offered to do this , why he believed it would give her comfort... faint memory of blurry childhood as mother’s hands performed the same motions. you deserve something good for once.
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