His hair was getting long. It curled gently over his ears and he could feel it against his neck. When he would spar with the other Knights, his hair would flip and twist with his movements- it was starting to get irritating.

He felt a subtle tug on his consciousness. Rey.

She appeared in front of him, sitting cross-legged in a pair of comfortable pajamas. He glanced down self-consciously at his sweat-stained sparring gear. Did he smell? Could smell even be transmitted through the Bond?

"You smell funny."

That gave him his answer.

"I'll go take a shower."

She nodded, getting back to her meditation stance.

"I'll wait."

He stared at the dirt and grime swirling down the drain. He could almost hear Hux's voice, Sloppiness does not befit the Supreme Leader of the First Order. As he reached for the shampoo bottle an unbidden thought struck him- what did Rey think of his hair? He shrugged it off in mild irritation. He was the Supreme Leader. Supreme Leaders didn't think about Rebel Scum opinions. You mean Rey, chided his consciousness. It had taken a liking to her. He decided to ignore it and stepped out of the fresher- toweling his hair dry.

"Doesn't your hair get in the way?"

He'd forgotten the Bond made her remarkably perceptive towards his moods.

"Yeah."
"Are you going to cut it off?"
"I don't know."
"Do you like your hair?"
"I don't know."

She frowned. He could tell she was getting irritated by his vague answers.

"Do you like my hair?"

She smiled.

"Yes."

His treacherous heart gave a little jump. Shut up, he wanted to hiss.

"But it gets in the way right?"

Startled from his internal battle he looked up in puzzlement.

"Your hair gets in your eyes, right?"
"Yes…"
"I can braid it for you."

Oh.

"You'll braid it for me?"
"Sure."

This was an unexpected development.

"What do I need to do?"

She gestured to the spot on the bed next to her.

"Sit here."

He obliged. He'd always wanted to know how Rey did her hair, and had even tried to replicate it a few times to no avail.

"You Jedi and your complex hair."

He heard her chuckle, and felt her gentle fingers comb through his hair.

"Hey, not only are we masters of the Force, but we look great using it too."

He cracked a smile at her jests and feet himself relaxing into her touch as she started braiding.

"Do I not look good?"

Her fingers stilled.

"You always look good."

He felt another piece of his heart break off and join hers. He was falling for her- but at least he'd look good doing it.