"Yeah, apparently it just sort of ... grows like this. I don't know. I grew it out a lot more a few times but I kept getting shaved in rehab." His hair was tangled and gross so they'd cut it short, like the lab, which he didn't much care for but he supposed it served a purpose. And it only ever took a month or two to get his hair back to a nice style. "I'm a little lamb."

He bleated at Barty and then pulled back away from his touch, moving around on the bed until he was sitting up better. He half hugged himself, back against the ball, as he looked at Barty.

"You saw me by accident. We don't have to be here, like this. You can whamo my brain and stick me back outside, I'm totally fine alone, you know?" At least, he felt he was. "I'm never bored and I'm never boring."