Vincent didn't think he would ever understand her, however much Vince loved her. He was male, therefore destined to misunderstand. One day he remembers with particular fondness was one he still continued to be baffled by. This was far after she asked him to do her hair, that day.
After the death of her Iggy. Her chaperone, no, that wasn't it. The one who raised her more that her family. The one who did so many things for her, even after he was infected. Before he went insane that is, but even then she still was his reason for living for some reason Re-L didn't understand. All the more so than all of this was he was the one who did her hair. After the death of her dear friend, she didn't have Iggy to comb her hair anymore.
As shallow as that seems, it was the closeness that made it preside over all the other things Iggy did for her. Re-L was physical distant from people as well as emotionally, making as little skin to skin action as possible, for the longest time. Consequently, Iggy had been the only one to touch her in a gentle, caring manner, with consistency that is.
Vincent seemed to ignore that rule, or rather managed to, unknowingly, became the exception. This would have pleased him to no end had he known it, but as we already established Vince is male as a result remained ignorant.
It started that day when Re-L was sorely missing the perfection that Iggy provided to her hair, that, frankly, she sucked at combing. She demanded the defect first, but the little snot refused. So, thinking that it didn't matter who did her hair at this point, as long as it was done, Re-L asked Vincent.
None too surprisingly, he complied with his calm placid smile. What was surprising was that Vince did good work with the very same hair she was nearly in tears from the pain of trying to comb it. She loved that feeling. That feeling of tranquility, while someone calmly sorted out the mess she made, like looking after a child. But would she ever trust anyone like a child would, wholly and completely?
While these thoughts had preoccupied Re-L, Vincent had begun to finish his task with a bittersweet feeling in his heart. Sweet because Re-L had become so close, even if she didn't mean it the same way he did, Vince was happy to be useful and close at the same time. Bitter because the moment he finished the peacefulness would leave them and her hostility would return. This was a moment to treasure for Vincent; a moment that he thought would never be repeated.
Vince decided it would be better to end the bliss he knew would soon come to an end quickly with a disposition as sweet as the complier could muster. "I'm finished." Vincent quietly told Re-L as much as himself. Re-L then stated that he would do her hair from now on, seeing as that was the only thing Vincent could do without hurting himself, like walking for example. He was happy to hear that, but didn't want to rise his hopes up, because Vincent was sure Re-L wouldn't approve of something he did or would do, and then take away his own form of a gold sticker.
He stretched his arm out over her shoulder to hand Re-L her comb, with his arm mere centimeters from her face. This however was a big no-no, it was just too close, a complete invasion in her highly respected space bubble. Re-L stood abruptly and swiftly turning around to seize her beloved memento of sorts back from the man who somehow knew how to unsnarl hair. "On second thought, I should learn fix my hair on my own."
She walked out before waiting for a reply. Leaving poor Vincent wondering what he did that made Re-L take away his gold star Was it something he just did or did she suddenly remember something that he could never guess? While pacing back and forth deep in thought, without proper warning tripped on an inconveniently placed rock, then without further ado proceeded to fall on his face.