"I know," he replies simply, distracted by the task at hand. "But if you used a hair brush you wouldn't be Little Mermaid, keep up. And stop moving, you're fucking up my braid."

There's something meditative about braiding Cougar's hair, the same feeling he got when he was able to braid Beth's, when he was able to sit at his computer and view a line of code unfurl from his fingers across the screen. Part of his mind can click off and let the rest go to town, leaving him in a calm, quiet state.

This is nice. Maybe he should braid Cougar's hair every day.