[A moment later the comb came sliding over Kratos's shoulder.]

You seem to have more problem with that than I do.

[His hair is just as thick and shaggy as ever, but longer than Kratos' usual wont; enough that some of the tousle is out of it. Which was the point of wearing it long, of course. Unfortunately that does mean, between thickness and natural tendency to spike, there are a few regular snarls and a measure of coarseness caused by harder living than usual. Not to mention split ends.

[It is a strange nostalgia. Very nearly familiarly comforting, if it weren't for the circumstances.]