Daryl shook his head at the offer. His was shoulder length and getting longer every day, but he didn't feel like pulling it back at all. He liked letting it just go. It was a change from back Before, when his Daddy and brother, their friend, they'd call any man with hair longer than an inch a girl and question his supposed owning of balls. Got to be to the point that he'd never let it grow out before. Now he could. And did.

"Thanks," he added to the head shake. The offer was new and not made out of malice, so no sense not being kind back. Then, just a little quieter, a little softer and unsure, almost shy: "I uh... had some friends with hair like yours. Ain't had much practice with it, but I know how ta braid somethin' that'll stay for a few days if'n ya need it."