My eyes don't pry from his in that tiny mirror and I grin, full strength, a broad grin that lights up my whole face and words sit precariously in the back of my mind to remember, but I push them away and don't think of Germany right now. "Yeah, you," I agree, gesturing with my fingers to my room. "You've got clothes on the bed. But you better finish my hair," I say sternly. "I'm not walking out there with a bird's nest."