It'll never happen now, so you can't prove anything.
[Despite the tension and exhaustion, and despite his own looming contrition, this is the one time of the day where he manages to relax. Muscles uncoil from snapping points, posture slips. The rhythm of the brush through his hair rocks him away from the precipice of his own stress.
He's almost grateful for the sheer volume of his own hair, as it drags the process out.]
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[Despite the tension and exhaustion, and despite his own looming contrition, this is the one time of the day where he manages to relax. Muscles uncoil from snapping points, posture slips. The rhythm of the brush through his hair rocks him away from the precipice of his own stress.
He's almost grateful for the sheer volume of his own hair, as it drags the process out.]