“Want you to cut it for me, Lou,” he explained. “No!” I said immediately. “Yeah, little warrior. See, it’s important to me you get that I’m in this with you. Can’t suffer what you suffer, can’t take that pain from ya like I want to more than fuckin’ anythin’. But I can stand with you. Don’t know if you’ll lose all that hair but if you do, I wanna do it with you.” Tears burned in my throat as I tangled my fingers in the ends of his shoulder-length hair. “But I love your hair.” “You love yours. Mine’ll grow back just like yours.”
