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Give him a second. Give him a second to pull the tension out of his shoulders because that sounds just a bit like a trap.

"What looks awful?"

Because, from where he's standing with the book in his arms held just a bit like a defensive shield, Rachel looks the way she always looks: stunning and somehow beyond perfect.

"My hair, Ed."

And the fact that he's questioning it makes her sound all the more distressed, because clearly if he needs to ask, he's trying to avoid saying so, right?

~~She never said she was sensible all the time.~~

It's lovely, every now and then, for her to not be the entirely sensible one.

It's much more lovely, however, to reach out and tug her closer. To press a firm kiss to her forehead before leaning back to properly examine her haircut.

"Is adorable. You just need to live with it for a few days."

Being tugged in for a kiss soothes her just a little, as do his words. She still needs to glance up at him with a tentative expression on her face.

"You're sure it doesn't make me look terrible?"

"How bad am I at lying, Rach." There's an immediate lifting of his shoulders, rolling of his eyes. "At lying to you, I mean."

She knows him too well. She understands him too inside and out. She's not getting tricked by anything at all--least of all a terrible attempt to hide a true opinion of a haircut.

"'s cute this length."

"True," she agrees after a moment, lips beginning to curl up into a more settled smile.

"'m glad you like it, then."

It'll make it easier for her to really properly enjoy it, herself.

Clearly she needs a light little kiss on the end of her nose to believe it properly. Clearly. Thank goodness she has him.

"Can I touch it?"

Because, in all honesty, he does love running fingers through her hair when it's long. He's fairly certain it'll actually be just as nice to play with while it's short, once he gets the hang of it.

She absolutely does need a kiss on the nose. Just like he needs a cheerful kiss to the cheek.

"Sure."

That'll make it more real, after all.

Cheek-kisses are fabulous. Also fabulous is getting his fingers in her hair--getting a sense of what dragging his hands through it will be like now that it's cropped from its usual length.

It's easier to play with, really. It feels soft and pliant and absolutely has him grinning as he bobs his head.

"'s nice. Seriously."

"Thanks, Ed."

The response comes after only just a moment's pause, one barely of any real significance. Mostly, she's reveling in the feeling of his fingers curled in her hair. It's soothing.

"Smile, though, okay?"

It's something to remind her, every now and then. Something he says almost habitually in moments like this.

"Makes you beyond stunning when you do. Always."

How can she do anything but smile, at that? How can she do anything but lean into his touch with a contented grin on her face?

"'s easy to smile, with you here."

Her smile is his absolute favourite thing to kiss. It's better beyond belief to have it so often now.

"Dork."

It's her favourite thing to have kissed.

"Dork that majorly loves you."

"My favourite kind."

He's certain Andrew can handled second place.

"Good."

Because she's not relinquishing first place, even for Andrew.