[ There's the faintest smile at the idea of someone's family liking him, still not entirely used to the concept of anyone finding him likeable to begin with. It makes a little more sense as to why she thinks so when she describes her living brother, though, and he gives a soft snort. A part of it is that he's glad to know she still has a living one, someone who can share the burden of losing so many, wondering if maybe that makes it easier. ]

Sounds like it. Though I do cut my hair. [ ... Sometimes...

He goes to scoop some matcha into a teapot, staring at it rather than her because he's always been awkward talking about any kind of family matters. ]

My older brother didn't, though. He used to tie it out of his face and it would hang almost all the way down his back.