Rafa doesn’t like people handling his locks — one of the many reasons he rarely gets a haircut. Yet when Elan braids his hair Rafa sits patiently and savors each slight tug, each brush of fingers on the back of his neck and shoulder.
Elan envies the ease of which Rafa’s straight strands fold neatly into a plait. He braids, unbraids, then braids again.
I do these because things are bleak. The next pages are journal entries (sort of).