"It’s good to see you, Fen." She ruffled up his hair, as it was natural and falling in bouncing curls around his head. He took it out a few days ago, and just didn’t have the energy to try to fix it. "I like when your hair’s natural." She mused, "Makes you look older." Ricky didn’t particularly want to look older. He only had so many years of childhood left. He was getting old enough that adults didn’t speak freely in front of him, and told him about the most difficult topics without sugarcoating in that way they did when he was six and asking if Mum was gonna be okay.