Finn finds him, of course, when he's half-under his skimmer, struggling with Radarr to loosen a stubborn valve just a teensy fraction - a very, very teensy fraction, because any more than that will get him a faceful of hydraulic fluid.
"Hey man," Finn says, loud and ebullient - the way Finn usually is - and that close and unexpected, the greeting startles Aerrow.
And yes, the wrench in his hand jerks harder than he planned and he comes up spitting and hacking and wiping at his eyes and mouth - while Radarr, of course, neatly dodges it all. "Hey," Aerrow says to his friend, with considerably less enthusiasm.
Finn looks at the mess without much interest - just an easygoing observer, not at all guilty for causing anything. "Sorry about that, dude. Hey - you know what the difference is between a bad haircut and a good one?"
Aerrow gives him a dirty glare. "No."
"Two weeks," Finn says, holding up two fingers in a smug V and then swiping the hand through his unbutchered blond hair. "Though in your case, maybe longer."
"Ha ha," Aerrow says as Finn dissolves into snickering laughter. He runs a hand over his own hair - what's left of it, he thinks dourly - and realizes there's hydraulic fluid in it, too. Fantastic.
"Seriously," Finn says. "You should use this moment to, y'know, rethink certain styling choices. Like, maybe you could go for a more laid-back look. Something that says, 'Hey, I may be super awesome, but I'm still cool.' You know?"
Finn: As predictable as Ravess and violins, but with ninety percent more ego.
Aerrow exchanges a glance with Radarr. "Like... yours?"
"If you want to." Finn raises his hands in mock defense. "I know, I know, you're thinking, 'Can I pull it off?' And you probably can't, no offense, but that shouldn't stop you from trying. I mean, it is a really good look."
"Thanks. I'll take it under advisement," Aerrow says. He waits until Finn saunters off before he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. The motion doesn't feel the same, with his Talon Academy buzzcut, and the prickle of sadness makes him a little exasperated with himself.
"It's just hair," he mutters to himself. Maybe if he keeps saying it, it'll come true.