Knight looked at the hair products that Mal had and didn’t know what to do. Maybe I should have asked Jean-Micael for directions, he thought as he picked up one of the spray bottles.
For lift and shine. He read the same thing in twenty languages. He squinted to read the ingredients, didn’t know them, and put the bottle back.
Pomade. He opened the canister, sniffed it. It looked like wax to him, so he put it back.
Finally, he bawled, “MAL!”
“What is it?” he called from the bedroom.
“What the fuck did he put in my hair to make it do what it did?”
Mal came around the corner, buttoning his shirt. “Didn’t you ask him?”
“It was a secret, he said.”
Mal smirked. He went over to his collection and pulled out the canister. “We’ll try this for now. He probably used cream.” Knight stared at the can, then at Mal. “Oh. Here.” Mal opened the can, and smeared a little on Knight’s fingers. “Now rub it through your hair, from the bottom up.”
Starting at his skull, he ran it through his hair. It felt weird. Mal tried to use it to get the wave at the front of his hair, and did a fair job of getting it. Knight wiped his hands on a towel and looked in the mirror. “It ain’ the same.”
“It’s not going to be the same,” said Mal, hugging Knight from behind. “But it is you.”