"No problem. Goodnight, Hanna." The detective bends down to give her a hug and a kiss on the forehead, watching her leave to head back up the staircase. Suddenly growing hair like that was usually nothing serious, but checking with the family first usually made him understand so much more. First thing tomorrow, then...Oh?
A glimmer caught the corner of his eye. The half-empty wine glass of bourbon. He contemplates finishing it off for a moment, picks up the glass, and takes a small sip. Similar taste as always, but slightly more bitter than preferred.
"Hmm...Nuh-uh." It was hard, but it needed to be done; the detective empties the wine glass into the sink.
He gently takes the hair strand out of Hanna's hand, bringing it up close to his face to examine and capture its scent. Black root, brown strand. Hmm...Yup, it was Hanna's real hair. The scent, however...Tyrone recognized it as his niece, but a little something more lingered in it. Something pungent and earthy. The familiarity was enough for him to crack a smile.
The detective bends down on one knee and looks his niece square in the eye. "Listen, Hanna. I mean it...I don't think there's anything wrong with you. Besides...Who cares what those snot-nosed kids think at school, anyways? I think your hair is cute. Just drink up, alright?"
"Medicine for hair growth control. Your hair will stop growing unnecessarily soon..." He takes two of the horse pills and starts to chop them with the pill crusher. Almost done, just a little more...There! He pours a glass of water, dumps the powder remains into it, and then hands it to his niece. A soft smile forms on his face.
"...Of course not, Hanna. Its just one of the genetic genes that are a part of our family."