I'll always push myself for you, Eichi. It's because I... care so much! Because our fates are one, and I swore it would be so, until death and death and death again!

[He lives to call Eichi out, so he won't apologize for noting his obsession with his hair. But it's fine. Eichi's hair is like the golden halo he shouldn't have, a contradiction to Wataru, an angelic icon to others. Eichi, this bundle of other people's expectations and misconceptions, just trying to live for himself, honestly, appeals to Wataru more than anything else ever has. He's fascinating, and Wataru wants more and more, greedily, hungrily.]

I'll consider a trim. I don't want to lose the front, but I doubt I can put it in the usual bun anymore. Maybe a few inches off overall to lessen the dramatic nature, and have it layered... As you say, there are options. I just can't think of them so easily when I'm mourning the loss!

[A little laugh.]

Maybe I'll bleach part of one braid a most Eichi-like golden color, as tribute to our theme.