The Scene: Church. Sitting quietly in our pew. Sloan has his arm around me and is stroking the back of my head. Rather forcefully.
Julia: leans over and whispers Baby. You're...like...pushing my head forward.
Sloan: Huh? Oh, sorry, I wasn't paying attention.
A few minutes later.
Julia: Sloan, you're doing it again. And you're mashing my hair.
Sloan: Well, honey. It's just kinda...big.
Sloan: When you curl your hair, it just looks, well, big. I was just kind of...making it not so big.
Julia: scoots away