[It wasn't worth the argument at this point, not when he could get his digs in now and again over the same subject. He was starting to wonder if he was going to have to play wingman for 76 and prove that the younger man would be much, much better off for having someone to have a consistent fling or even date. Do wonders for the attitude he expected.

He toweled off his own hair, though it took him considerably longer, before he was flipping it over his shoulder again and wrapping the towel around his waist. This felt oddly domestic, but he wasn't going to say anything about that.

He followed Jack out of the bathroom area, pausing only long enough to grab a brush, a comb and a pair of sheers.]

After I trim up that mess of a beard. Find a seat. We're doing this now before you think you can get away not having it done.