Isa laughs softly, it could almost be mistaken for a sigh.

"Oh, come now, Lea, when have I ever worn my hair that short?"

It was silly, this whole conversation was silly, hearts were silly. But Isa wouldn't have it any other way.

"You know," He eventually mused, "There are some days where I find it hard to believe things like this weren't the norm for nearly a decade. That there was a time I couldn't call you my friend. It just seems so wrong, and this so right..."