[Siffrin steels himself for this to hurt, but...the pain never comes. Huh. Whenever he tries to run a brush through it, it's an unpleasant process. Which is part of why he doesn't bother much, which...probably exacerbates the problem. Exhaling slowly, he relaxes into the seat.]

I mean, it looks pretty awful when it's this grown-out, doesn't it? And I clearly can't be trusted to keep up with it.

[This is also true. Even if he loved the shade, would he manage consistent enough maintenance to keep it looking good? Absolutely not.]