She wasn't the only one pondering a hair cut. Despite how protective he was over his blonde locks, he hated the curls the braids left. Ylfa's words of being more neat and trying to get married rang through his head more and more, clashing with the advice of Cougar to not worry about marriage and just have fun with it. His hair meant a lot to him, he hadn't cut it since London Bridge. It was a measure of time. The end of the days that made sense. He was sure that if he was at home still Ylfa would have hacked it all off already and shoved him at the fisherman's daughters even though he had plans for his life. She had mentioned Snorri's daughters to him already.

But his thoughts of cutting his own hair didn't matter as much while he worked on Jo's, he loved the look of her hair on her. He had such a thing for long hair, things he didn't notice until he really had the time to think about it, which was mostly while being here. He had a lot of time to think.

He realized as she pulled back that was going to have to fix that part again, but he offered a soft smile when she spoke. "You can say that, Jo. It does not change how I feel. Yes, I decided, but you helped, you did not let me give up." Not that giving up was an option. He wondered if he should tell her about Cougar's talk with him. Throw it out there, but just the idea had his cheeks heating without having said a word. His hands moving from her hair to rest his elbow on his knees while she was looking at him.