He smiles, reaching up to kiss her. Yes, he is scruffy. He likes his scruff. The one time he shaved it off, he didn't recognize himself in the mirror and it had scared him.

He gently brushes her hair back. "If you want." He murmurs, wanting to just hold her, and relax for a little while.

Shuri knows what she's doing. He knows this. He'll be better once she fixes his head, and he won't be a danger to Mary any more.