“New haircut?” Will asked and skipped a stone.
“Yeah, Hazel forced me.” Nico gazed at the stone jumping two, three, four times, before it sank under the water.
“You look a lot different. Taller, somehow.” Will searched the ground with his eyes. Nico shrugged.
“I guess. I didn’t really care back in the old days about my hair, but with Hazel supervising me, I try to look, as she likes to call it, civilised,” Nico said. “And now, that it’s cut, it’s so much easier to handle in the morning.”
“It suits you. I mean, it doesn’t look bad.” Will threw the flat stone.
“Hazel tried her best, but she can’t do miracles.”
“No, really. You look good.”
Will’s ears were bright red. Nico didn’t notice and watched him stubbornly pick up another stone.
“Thanks, Solace. I’ll tell Hazel that you’re praising her stylistic skills.”
Will sighed. “Sure.”