Five
“Dude. Why not shave your whole head? Why half-ass it? You got the bone structure. You’re just as pretty without hair.”
Bash hugged Tristan one more time, then sank onto his friend’s enormous corduroy-upholstered couch. Two people could stretch out comfortably in this thing, and probably had. Like most fishermen Bash knew, Tristan prized comfort in his home. The fishing profession involved being extremely uncomfortable for long periods of time.
Then again, so did competitive fighting.
“It’s enough having one side of my head freeze,” Tristan told him as he sat back in his La-Z-Boy. On the shaved side of his head, Bash saw a neat hole, mostly healed by now. “There’s a reason we’re big on facial hair around here.”
“So how’re you feeling? You look better than I thought you would.”
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