"No, I won't do it for you," Raven said, dropping a firm kiss to the top of his head. Those arms slid down, wrapping around his waist, holding his body close to his chest. "It's something you have to do for yourself. But I'm here, squiggles. Right here. Borrow my strength if you have to. Take as long as you like to decide, but you have to be the one to do this."

It was as the first tuft of hair fell into the sink that Ronan understood what Raven meant. He did have to do this. It had to be him — This was him reaching out and grabbing...