Aaron just rolled his eyes, "Whatever." He ran a hand through his own hair--which was messy on purpose anyway--and shoved the other in his jeans pocket.
He glanced at Rielle and snorted. Her hair was so fucked. Oops. "Uh... You should probably..." He gestured, hovering his hand over his head like he was straightening it out and then just shook his head. "Whatever, just..." He might as well just do it himself, since he'd caused the problem in the first place. He reached out and adjusted a few very askew bits of Rielle's hair.