“Shit, dude, this is a rat’s nest.” Tucker judges, Inspecting the state of Caboose’s hair.

 “,,That’s a gross saying,, do rats even nest?”

Tucker sighs, ignoring the question, “Your hairs all tangled up.”

And really, it was. Caboose’s hair had gotten longer, he hadn’t cut it in a long time now, and he certainly didnt take the time to brush it out.

Caboose adjust his head on Tucker’s lap, letting the other lay his hair out, analyzing the damage, “How’d it even get like this?”

Caboose thinks for a moment, “Oh, well, I tried to brush it.”

…I mean, yeah, Tucker hoped for that, at least.

Tucker’s fingers got hooked on a particularly large knot, of the matted hair, “When, last?”

“When Church first disappeared.” That had been nearly 3 months ago.. “But then I couldn’t find my hair brush- and then, I was angry, that I couldn’t find it. And I didn’t even WANT to brush my hair, because it’s so loud.”

Tucker works to combs his hand through the ends of Caboose’s hair, “How the hell is brushing your hair, loud?”

Caboose actually shushes him, loudly puts a finger to his mouth, so he can continue his ramble. Tucker, not amused, raises his eye brows at him, but lets the man finish his monologue.

“So, it was so loud, and I couldn't find my brush, and I didn't want to use a comb- and then, I got sad, and doing it by myself was heavy,”

Tucker’s trying to get the picture, “So, You didnt brush your hair because, among other things- you couldn’t find your hair brush?” 

Caboose nods.

“And you didn’t think to like, ask someone else for a brush??” Tucker questions.

Caboose huffs, frustrated, “no, see, I did think about that, but it wouldn’t had been my brush, and I couldn’t brush my hair without it being mine.”

Tucker makes a mental note to just buy the man a new hair brush.

“Then, with my hair, I got used to it, so it’d be silly to ask for a brush after I got used to it.”

Tucker gives Caboose a look of well deserved disbelieve, “Yeah,, no, you shouldn’t get used to this type of stuff.”