His hands slow but don't still as they stroke Anani's soft fur. He doesn't answer Valdis right away; he needs a moment to let the residual stink of rotting fish and dank sea water exit his nose, to let the sudden whirl of thoughts that can't possibly belong to him settle like disturbed silt. They'll come back when the next tide disturbs them, but for now--
Kit glances up at Valdis again and chuckles. "New haircut," he says, instead of the truth, and something in his expression pleads in silence for her to let it go, just for now.
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His hands slow but don't still as they stroke Anani's soft fur. He doesn't answer Valdis right away; he needs a moment to let the residual stink of rotting fish and dank sea water exit his nose, to let the sudden whirl of thoughts that can't possibly belong to him settle like disturbed silt. They'll come back when the next tide disturbs them, but for now--
Kit glances up at Valdis again and chuckles. "New haircut," he says, instead of the truth, and something in his expression pleads in silence for her to let it go, just for now.