"Mm. Good." He scoops up another very small bit of water and moves more toward the top of Francis' head, spilling the water down over his hair and then moving his fingertips over Francis' scalp. When he meets a tangle he slows down, rubbing it between his fingers and untangling the strands from one another as carefully as he can. With his own hair he'd probably get impatient and trim some of these, wherever he could get away with it without the unequal length being obvious. With his own hair he can't imagine being this patient or this... satisfied, with all these days worth of tangles and having to unknot them one by one. Some of There'll probably be more toward the back of his head, where Francis has been laying.

"I'll find something for you to wear over those later." He gives up on a knot — half untangled, he'll have to come back to it with soap — and rubs at the scalp underneath fondly. "If I pull at all, tell me."