[He looks up into the mirror and accidentally meets her eyes, his own widening and his ears burning a little at the smile on her face before he focuses back on her hair. He ends up holding one strand between his index and middle finger, another between his ring finger and pinky, and the rightmost strand in his right hand. He passes his right hand under his left and pauses, arms twisted and brows furrowing.
He puts his right hand back, and then tries again, this time taking the middle strand of hair between his thumb and index finger of his right hand, and then carefully sliding the right strand underneath. And then he parts his hands to try and gently tug the weave into the right place.]
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He puts his right hand back, and then tries again, this time taking the middle strand of hair between his thumb and index finger of his right hand, and then carefully sliding the right strand underneath. And then he parts his hands to try and gently tug the weave into the right place.]