Kapitel 15: Far

"My hair?" Carlisle inquired. 

I nodded. 

"Feel free," he said as he snapped his fingers and his hair fell back to his shoulders. 

"Do you have a ribbon?" I questioned. 

"Aren't you supposed to supply it? You were the one who wanted to do my hair." 

I didn't have anything. I stumbled for a response before all of a sudden, a red ribbon materialized and I smiled at him. Despite his words, his actions were always kind. Despite his gruff exterior, I had realized that Carlisle was kinder than I had given him credit for. Sitting up, I leaned against him, his arm against my chest. 

"Oi. . ." 

I looked down at him, "Yes?" I questioned. 

"This is uncomfortable."