' Me? Uh. . . '

He brought a hand up to his head. It had been a while since he had brushed his hair. . .

' Well, I mean, if you think it's a mess? '

He rose an eyebrow, wondering if she'd actually follow up on this offer.
Anna catches a glance of Axel in the reflection of her mirror, throwing him a friendly smile. A sigh of relief slips off her lips. This feels good. Domestic, almost.

“ Your hair is a mess, dear. “ She teases. “ Would you like me to brush it? “ Anna asks, turning around in her chair, brush in hand.

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