Yeah?

[ That's nice, the way that Drake tugs his hair. Runs his fingers through it. That's nice. Easy. Not a lot is around here. Ephemera follows after Drake easily, rubbing a hand down his face. He can feel himself crashing. If he's lucky, he'll drop without dreaming. ]

I don't think I've ever had it long. Always used to buzz it off. 'cept in prison and then I wouldn't let anyone near me with scissors.